Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. What'syour-name!" "Charcam," replied the attendant, bowing. Opening the trap-door, he then descended to the vaults —searched each cell, and every nook and corner separately. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. What you say is probably all true and necessary. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement.
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