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She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. The Ragged Edge. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell.
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