Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed.
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