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He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat
upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. The reward is mine. But I'll not believe it of you. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. 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. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. "
"I should have opened that letter in the beginning," said the doctor.
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