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. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. "That's tremendous!" he cried. “John, we should be getting out of here.
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