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. Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey stopped him. Critically, she stared at her own features. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. Anna looked at her, startled. ’ ‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. ’ The lady frowned suspiciously. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. ‘I must.
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