‘A word, if you please, my friend. " "Won't one from me do as well?" interposed Mrs. " Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY PRODUCED BY DISTINCTIVE PICTURES CORPORATION NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS THE RAGGED EDGE CHAPTER I The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. “Forgive you, indeed. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you.
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