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‘You have something more to tell me?’ Jack grinned. And, turning to his daughter, he gave the necessary directions in a low tone. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. It was impossible. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone.
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