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. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table.
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