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"Fold it … under the pillow. Wood laughed louder than ever. His eyes never left her face. They had scarcely gained the adjoining cellar when Jonathan and the Jew rushed past in the direction of the vault. 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 turned his back on that temptation. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile.
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