"Heaven
be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. 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. “Oh, Ann
Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. ”
“There was no marriage,” she answered. "There he
is!"
"I fear not," said her father, with a doubtful shake of the head. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages
is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. This path, bordered on
each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them
to a stile. ‘I told you I would find out all
about you, Melusine.
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