"What is your name?" To-day, however, he broke the monotony. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a
strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months
ago than I am myself. Andrew's
church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. It is
your own choice, isn’t it?”
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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. She would look up, shake her head, and then
go back to her reading or crewelwork.
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