"Good bye!" cried Mrs. I want to know what you are doing; how you think
this work of yours really does serve women. ’
‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your
affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. I tore the marriage
certificate from his pocket and burnt it. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. He
beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra
room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. ’
At last. 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. "
Half an hour later she laid aside the book. What of madame, his wife?’
‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. “Listen,” she said. She held out her arm straight before her,
and turned her hand this way and that. “Yes. You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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