The Ragged Edge. E. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. “But, how,” he said, sitting up astonished beyond measure, “not go on?” “I have been thinking while you have been talking. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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