"What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. I'm entirely at your service. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things.
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