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” She shook her head. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. 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. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it.
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