She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. . ‘You didn’t understand it any better than I. Cathy answered the phone. . . She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. CHAPTER XXVIII. . com/E21or The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Ragged Edge, by Harold MacGrath This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
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