Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Lucy knocked again. Sheppard, fervently. Well, it had to happen somewhen.
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