All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. The Ragged Edge. It’s for you to say if I may sit on it. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. And the hunter home from the hill. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. I am a single man, and——” “Thank you,” she interrupted. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury.
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