Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. That she had not bought one piece of linen subtly established in Ah Cum's mind the fact that she had no home, that the instinct was not there, or she would have made some purchase against the future. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found. “Well?” she said. Now for it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. “You may go on with that work,” he said, “so long as you keep in harmony with things at home.
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