They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. ’ For a moment Gerald said nothing at all. 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 threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. It makes no difference. She still could not muster the strength to leave.
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