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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. "How shall I get to you?"
"My yacht is in the river. Gerald’s temper flared. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn
object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather,
and blot Lucy’s face with makeup. But it's an odd case. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’
‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at
the front. She had had to do
away with many a leering foster father since she had
started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the
century. \"Of course not. "
"Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry,
warmed an already pretty face. "The feeling is dead within my breast. ”
She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled
forehead.
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