You are—or rather you were——” he corrected himself with an unpleasant little laugh, “Miss Pellissier, eh?” A little sensation followed upon his words. "Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. “Happened! Oh, many things,” she declared indolently. ‘I have first some affairs to finish.
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