"A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Sebastian observed coolly, savoring the outline of Lucy’s feral figure hunching over Michelle’s gradually diminishing body. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. 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.
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