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com/E21or The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Ragged Edge, by Harold MacGrath This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. “I am so very, very sorry. With Jack so badly injured, how would she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. We have to hang about in the interval. He began to tell me something—and stopped. He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours. Her tone was icy. All right, I’m coming. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance. ‘Come, cry a truce.
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