Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. "Dead!" echoed the boy. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. "Help! help!" "You call in vain," returned Kneebone. " "It shall be at the door in ten minutes.
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