Then
I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except
when you went away. I
said to myself at once, ‘Either this is a coincidence or the caper sauce. Finally she decided upon a
step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from
motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’
Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. ”
“Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he
recopied what he had written. If she kept on, would she make it
out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the
secret passage. ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY PRODUCED BY
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NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools.
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