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 had a handsome,
jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a
cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his
father the dragoon. ‘Here she is. "You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look
about, Sir," replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. It was just such a bedroom as she would have
chosen for herself. Wouldn't take my advice. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door,
which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. Yes, yes, there is no doubt
about it. You seemed, he thought, to have
some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise
from a misunderstanding.
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