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. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. ” He made a step toward her. Was he your natural father? Did you know him?” “No, I didn’t.
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