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. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. “Monsieur admires the poster?” As a rule Sir John treated such advances with cold silence.
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