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Guns were impossible. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. I will lay them all at your feet. ~THE END~ [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay The Ragged Edge MIMI PALMERI AS RUTH ENSCHEDE ALFRED LUNT AS HOWARD SPURLOCK] [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay The Ragged Edge A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY] [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay The Ragged Edge A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY] [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay The Ragged Edge A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Ragged Edge, by Harold MacGrath *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RAGGED EDGE *** ***** This file should be named 15614-8. ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. ” “Oh no he doesn’t. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. Under another name,—not my own hateful one,—I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a reputation, or perish honourably. ” “Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?” “Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. She’ll tell everyone soon, if only to gain herself some attention!” He cried under his breath. ‘Difficult, I grant you.
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