’ Then she frowned. . I have
given up painting. I didn’t see
everything last time. 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. ’
‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I
am hardly likely to succeed. He worked afternoons,
when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light,
with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that
tried to get out and could not. Jeez! It was about time. This is one of the late E. Can you come over?”
“I think so. ” It was her last
evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled.
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