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The moment my escape is known, a large reward will be placed on my head. ’ ‘That’s easy. Taking the wind was her business in life. 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. "By G—! she has missed her footing. ’ Disappointment flooded her. The horror of those few minutes was still with her.
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