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 stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. ‘Pig, miss?’ ‘The one who calls himself Valade, idiot,’ snapped Melusine impatiently.
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