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. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. She drank it obediently. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case.
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