Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. "Is that all? Then learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. Maybe others that I do not know about. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. “To-night we are as we have always been.
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