Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. That person advanced towards him. ” The detective nodded.
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