“I would like to go home,” she cried,
“to please her. "
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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. He sat on the bed, throwing
aside his hat. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. She crept into the living room and
turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had
fallen to the carpeted floor. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. Such was
the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. “You know what a fearful
old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were
watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of
it.
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