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The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. 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. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. " "No doubt," rejoined Wild, with a sneer; "but don't let all the world know it. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. “I wonder would you mind seeing who it is.
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