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. "Not my king's," returned Wood. No doubt that was due to his helplessness. And now, Sir Rowland," he continued, turning to the knight, "to our own concerns. ” “Far away?” “I have no idea,” Anna answered. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. ” He said. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly.
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