Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. It is an Occidental point of view. " "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. You are the one person I can understand and feel—feel right with. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. ’ ‘Oh, do they?’ Gerald said, sudden wrath kindling.
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