In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. 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. I'm told he's so handsome. ‘Don’t be so absurd. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. He is Jacques. Mr.
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