"Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. 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. Gina, the eleven year old, just couldn’t take it and she ran away. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. F. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. " "To be sure! Nothing entertains me so much. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. Them young prigs is all alike. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes.
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