" The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. He refused. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. "You have," rejoined Jonathan, laying a forcible grasp on his shoulder. 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. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated.
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