Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. 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. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. 1. There were no mourners.
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