Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. I thought I'd been sufficiently explicit," continued Jonathan. She must be beautiful, but beauty is only the beginning. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically.
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