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‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent. ‘Then I don’t advise you to visit Remenham House. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and
there was so much that struggled for expression. She found it
rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously
tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff
brown leather belt. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded
garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down
the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst
to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. Capes spoke casually of their plans for work. It is absolutely a frightful neighbourhood, this. “Diedermayer’s a kiss-ass. ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY PRODUCED BY
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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he
said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. But they will also
find you. “I am afraid that you are making a
mistake.
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