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. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. Period trying desperately to cover her nudity with a dingy hand towel she had found lying on the floor in a corner. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. He reached over and took her hand. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and it had not been easy. “I am in love with you.
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