A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. Go on and tell me. “A move of any
sort would certainly be fatal. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit,
at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in
arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care,
with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her
safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary
readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load.
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