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. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. So I introduced him to my father-in-law like a shot. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
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