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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one
else. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’
She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a
moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her
overlarge and tarnished pistol. They give
themselves airs, but so it is. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as
could be collected were hurled at them. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water. Her pulses began to race. Taking his way along East
Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and
Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama
unroll. ’
Chapter Five
‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the
place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less
relaxation. Capes,
do you think. Could you pull over? She asked. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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