. ] THE RAGGED EDGE BY HAROLD MACGRATH AUTHOR OF DRUMS OF JEOPARDY, ETC. " "Arrested!" exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword. The devastations, however, were speedily made good, and, in two years more, it was finished. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. " Spurlock wondered if something hadn't suddenly gone awry in his head. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. "What did you ring for, Sir?" she asked, eyeing the group with astonishment. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence! ***** Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously.
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