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] THE RAGGED EDGE BY HAROLD MACGRATH AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC. . The affair was thick with sinister suggestions. I want to talk to Mr. The Ragged Edge. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. Ramage back his forty pounds. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. “Very well,” said her father. She nodded. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. “A very clear statement, madam,” he said. "So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now. She brought the unconscious man down.
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