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. She seemed to be endowed with superhuman strength. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. ‘But with more courage in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body. Most of their relics are in yonder cases; but I don't remember that any of them have disturbed my rest.
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