“Listen,” she said. ’ ‘It is money you mean, no?’ Melusine asked with scorn. 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. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. And that would spoil it.
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