As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the
profound abyss. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. These were seated in an imperfect semicircle about a
very copper-adorned fireplace, surmounted by a carved wood inscription:
“DO IT NOW. Here was one of those Americans
who would make him breathless before sundown. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. “And think, think”—her voice sank
—“of the horrible coarseness!”
“What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. ”
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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. ‘I am entirely English. You are not a tourist seeking adventure. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line?
We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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