“Amazing. A lucky escape. Down that on the right the young culprit was dragged—along that on the left a fainting woman was borne in the arms of several females. My nerves were in rags. " "Ah, I see. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. He greeted the corpulent boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS Jason\" with familiarity. "Damnation!" cried Kneebone. 1. “No you don’t!” said Ann Veronica, and walked out at a brisk and businesslike pace toward the house. “I’m a big boy, you know. On the contrary, I am altogether satisfied. ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY PRODUCED BY DISTINCTIVE PICTURES CORPORATION NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS THE RAGGED EDGE CHAPTER I The Master is inordinately fond of young fools.
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