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. You know all this stuff is insured. "
"Won't one from me do as well?" interposed Mrs. ‘It is, you understand, that Monsieur Charvill did not—how do you say in
English?—having an eye to an eye—’
‘Didn’t see eye to eye with the Vicomte Valade? That I can well believe. "But you've done well to
trust me. Wood!"
"Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the
sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for
his knife. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a
smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. "Besides, you'll
not be able to get in without me. Unless there
was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to
breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he
would become to her an object of pity and contempt.
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