Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. 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. Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. ’ The captain grasped her more firmly. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself.
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