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. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. “Have to go now. ” Lucy stated. ’ Captain Roding grinned. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. ’ ‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. He is delightful, is he not?’ ‘That will do, Lucilla.
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