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“It’s a matter of feeling with me. 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. ‘Come inside at once, child. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. ’ He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at his heels. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged, white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who wanted a Companion.
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