‘Keep your distance! You dare to tell me I cannot refuse?’ He glared at the girl. She stopped eating. 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. Irreton. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. "He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. "If I were so, I should not be here," returned Trenchard.
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