” Anna drew out her purse at once. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. Softly she rose to her feet. ] THE RAGGED EDGE BY HAROLD MACGRATH AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC. "Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan, doubtfully. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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