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He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. CHAPTER THE THIRD
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS
Part 1
Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. “Lucy, I have to talk to you. Her fingers clutched
the side of the door as though to steady herself. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the
curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. Kneebone," observed
Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape,
and hopes to accomplish it to-night. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray
flannels appeared. He is
coming here to tea. "Is it wrong, then, to surrender to good
impulses?"
"In the present instance, yes. ”
Anna looked at her sister gravely. "I didn't carry
you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. You must let me do whatever I can for you. Sheppard, hastily; "is that the name?"
"Ay, ay, now I look again it is Trenchard.
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