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. ‘I’m not going to
arrest you, young Jack—yet. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. Ireton, you are in league with
him. For a few moments Mr. Manning called. It is we who have
become the parasites and toys. So far the boy's mind
was clear. She held it away from her
with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of
strangers. But you have not finished surely. . "
"I'm sure I understand the business of a carpenter much better than he does,"
replied Jack, adroitly adjusting the board, and using the plane with the greatest
rapidity.
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