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"Quilt Arnold called this morning to say so. 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. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed anger. You’re NOT to go. It was well for him that he had taken his place by Sheppard, as regard for the latter alone prevented the deadliest missiles being hurled at him. He looked at her, hurt. Whence had she come: whither was she bound? A temporary congestion in the street held up the caravan for a spell; and Ah Cum looked backward to note if any of the party had become separated. I want my freedom.
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