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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. Her English
was halting. "
"Ruth what?"
"Enschede; Ruth Enschede. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the
Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in
a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. ’
‘I don’t know that there is so much to tell. Maggot tenderly. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New
Mint. Other girls gathered around like
sheep.
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