Harold MacGrath

Harold MacGrath

Summary

Portrait of Harold MacGrath Harold MacGrath The Red Book Magazine, Volume 31… (1918)

Awkward and gangling in appearance, but not in fact. Rarely had Ingraham seen a man move so quickly. With a thrust of his leg, the giant sent the table crashing upon the girl. But as if she had been anticipating some such maneuver, she leaped back in time and raced toward the window, her uncle thundering after.
Ingraham suddenly awoke to the fact that here was his cue. A jump carried him to the sill, and a twist propelled him into the room.
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Portrait of Harold MacGrath Harold MacGrath The Red Book Magazine, Volume 31… (1918)

Ingraham got out his pipe. New York, indeed! Glorious old New York, lineal descendant of Bagdad! He chuckled. Men were all of a pattern. If she hadn't been a raving beauty, of a type he had never run across before, he would at this moment have been in the cozy corner of his club, reading a magazine. Yes sir, men were all alike—that is, men with red blood in their veins. All a beautiful woman had to do was to crook her finger, and Singapore might be the next stop.
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