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. You might have spared yourself
many useless journeys and disappointments, and us a good deal of anxiety. The
Semitic looking young man opposite, who seems to have been committing you
to memory piecemeal, will tell you that he was never so bored in all his life as he
has been here. He was
always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. "
"I shouldn't mind ridding him of her," said Blueskin, gruffly; "and if she comes
in my way, may the devil seize me if I don't make short work with her!"
"You forget," rejoined Jack, sternly, "I've just said I'll have no violence—mind
that. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven. Little woman, you have been brave
enough before. "
"He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again
after supper. He held in his hands many threads. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window.
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