“I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. I know he is dead. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. Be frank, I beg you, Miss Pellissier. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. 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. And rather unscrupulous.
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