His smile faded. ’
She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was
still too painful to be recalled with ease. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents,
the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a
filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. The Father did not know of course about her connection with the Valades. “MY DEAR GIRL,—
“I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. The two great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights. “How do you feel?” she asked. 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. Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might
soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his
bedside. . . Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing
terror. "A doctor? What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia.
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