She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. And so I'll tell you what I did —" And she burst into a laugh that froze Jack's blood in his veins. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. 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 room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is.
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