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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. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. Take your half loaf with the
others. A young man
—almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across
the room to her. "Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. Quick, now. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads
blown off. It may
bring us together again. ’
Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a
musket. org. She would be
in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the
colored glass window with her embroidery. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass
skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. "What's the matter, father!" continued the new-comer, addressing Wood. ”
“It presented a large impenetrable back, and went on thinking about
something else.
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