She was no longer there. 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. (“No, no. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. She gasped with pain, but she did not release her grip. ’ Gerald frowned in an effort of memory, and then laughed as he recalled one of the lies she had invented for his benefit.
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