For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. 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. “We were bound to do this when you kissed me,” she sobbed through her tears. Her efforts were vain. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. But she was disappointed. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. “I will tell you the truth.
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