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Manning, I do not really want to marry. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. 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. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed.
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