"I knew that would bring him to," thought Wild. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. It would hurt no one. " "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. 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. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. Gerald lost his head.
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