”
Her eyes were lit with humour. ]
THE RAGGED EDGE
BY HAROLD MACGRATH
AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC. ’
‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. “It was such a
surprise to see you. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. She wondered why he was so
distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that
this might be because she was falling in love with him. She said you HAD some money. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. It was the size of my palm. Another glass,
Jack. “To the best of
my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the
staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. I guess those books are okay because they
are fiction. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern
bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the
neighbouring hill. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout.
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