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” The lights were lowered, and an attentive waiter hovered round Anna’s cloak. “Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. Ann Veronica was carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. The chief influence was her awakening sense of the need of money. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers.
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