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. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. ” “She didn’t say she’d met any one. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but the thought had never before hurt him. He had seen the announcement of your marriage in the papers, and he imagined that I simply wanted to remain unknown because of your husband’s puritanism. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup.
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