‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. I'll engage to get the job done by six. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard.
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