Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. ‘That’s my pet name. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. For my own part, I don't see in what way it is to be accomplished, except by the payment of our customary fees. Besides, my husband has shares in Sir John’s company. Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. White and Miss Ellicot laid each a hand upon his arm, one on either side. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master.
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