She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. 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. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable.
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