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. “Quite on my own,” she said. The Ragged Edge. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind.
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