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She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. “Thank you. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. 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. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. “I do not think that he is quite dead. But I will never—never return.
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