Her mother, Debbie, is now the wife of Anson Beard, a well-known Wall Street investor and former chairman of Morgan Stanley.
We hoped that poor Anson had been atomized in the explosion, or else quickly immolated in morning sun.
Anson had lived in one of those palaces, in a glittering tower far above Sydney harbor.
We were both very taken with Anson, he was tall and beauteous and very, very young.
I reached over to point them out to Laila and noticed that both she and Anson had vacated our rooftop perch.
After a fruitless cruise, Anson determined to burn three of the Spanish vessels which he had seized and equipped.
“Here, I know,” whispered Anson, rubbing his hands together.
She said he was quite mistaken in her name, that she was Mrs. Glave, not Mrs. Anson, and again insisted that he should go.
“Well, I am deceived,” said Anson, wrinkling up his forehead.
“Looking as innocent as old Anson, only not so white,” whispered Ingleborough.