She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. 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. That's how I finally got wind of it. The danger or difficulty of an exploit never appalled him. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone.
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