She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. Still no sound. 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. ‘Of course.
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