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. He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared.
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