"He is dying?" whispered Ruth. He was picked up
from amongst the wreckage of a broken motor on the road to Versailles last
night, and we have information that a lady was with him only a few minutes
before the accident occurred. 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. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and
endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. The sky beyond was a surreal
color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had
once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden
lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. The noise startled the apprentice, who instantly
suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the direction whence he supposed
it proceeded.
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