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. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. "General inspection after lunch; drying bins, stores and the young palms south-east. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. ” His eyes were closed. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers.
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