’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. 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. “You ought at once—you ought at once to have told her that. “My husband knows all. Here we go, thought Gerald. “It is hard to express one’s self, but I do want to be honest with you. " "Why, surely you can't be in earnest, Captain. . At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. She shook them off of one foot. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt.
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