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. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that
the electric light was burning in this room. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears;
and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh
apprehensions. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange
recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless
woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all
others beside her seem plain or vulgar. Jonathan stepped behind a curtain.
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