The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. Your father has forbidden you to go!’”
“Well?”
“She said, ‘I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty to go to
that ball!’”
“Felt it her duty!”
“‘Very well,’ I said, ‘then I wash my hands of the whole business. She saw his eyes glaze
over. The reddish-haired
young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily
confused the discussion. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy
anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. 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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