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. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ’ ‘But he’s a major of militia, miss. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell— am detained here by Jonathan Wild. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. For his own part he could not sufficiently admire the pluck of this lady, who, notwithstanding all that she had been through, had chosen to appear this evening rather than break her engagement. " "As you will," said Jonathan, seating himself. And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. "You are my prisoner, Jack.
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