By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. . For if the likeness between the sisters was remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he had come from studying was more remarkable still. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. 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.
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