The Ragged Edge. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed eyes on Gerald. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way.
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