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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. Clothes. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. Melusine feigned a displeased frown. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. We did not know where to send … in case you died. ‘Don’t tell me. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. "Only Jack's two wives—Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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