"Put it under my pillow," he said. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. At last I tried a dramatic agent, and got on the music hall stage. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. I’m going up to London with the Widgetts to that ball. ” “We’ll all go second,” said Ramage, “if we may?” Mr. What is it that you wish from me? You would like to arrest me for spying? Very well, arrest me. 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. " There was another pause.
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