" ***** "To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. 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. Sheppard's habitation terminated a row of old ruinous buildings, called Wheeler's Rents; a dirty thoroughfare, part street, and part lane, running from Mint Street, through a variety of turnings, and along the brink of a deep kennel, skirted by a number of petty and neglected gardens in the direction of Saint George's Fields. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. At table he carved in a gloomy but resolute manner. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. A bad sign; it signified that the heart action was in a precarious state. See you in Science Class. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. Waving a white flag, naturally. “Guineas, of course,” Mr.
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