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. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. He had heard nothing. ’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned.
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