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. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. "And now, to your own concerns. Sebastian grabbed a rock from a corner and bashed in its skull. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs.
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