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THE RAGGED EDGE
BY HAROLD MACGRATH
AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC. Let her see if she could manage this one, perhaps turn all to suit
herself?
‘What do you think to do with me now?’
The captain lowered the pistol. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was
McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. The man was my husband. She wanted to be alone. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. org/fundraising. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other,
his amazement indescribable. Conceiving himself called upon,
as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her
memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. I offer you my assistance on certain terms. What was she going to do?
One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert
herself at once or perish.
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