The Ragged Edge. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. You shall have the spending of every penny of my money. The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions.
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