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. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. She rapped again, louder. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. He was here shortly after the young man was taken ill. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his deportment towards Anna. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian.
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