"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. ” She said. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. 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. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly.
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