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As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. 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. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. You’re all dependents—all of you. Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and bowing as he passed Ruth's table. \" She looked at Mike. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. She passed inside and upstairs without a word. With this person—who was no other than Mr.
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