“I am sorry. 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. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. ‘Let her go.
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