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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. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Here, turnkey. ’ ‘I’m coming to that. need me a little?" "Not a little, but a great deal. “You are so sweet, Lucy. But what affair is this of yours?’ But Captain Roding was not attending. ” “Say that again, Lucy, so that the rest of them hear it.
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