He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. 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. My sister made me over, you know. The few whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted to kick him. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun.
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