It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. Gerald lifted an eyebrow. “It really is not necessary. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. ” “It might become one,” he answered. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. He looked the boy over with interest. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. “I was lonely. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry. I'm sure she'll let me go, though.
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