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. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. He could not permit her to remain in that position.
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