I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. I know now that I was mistaken. 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. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that.
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