‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. I knew where I would go next: Florence. But it was only six-thirty. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. ” That simple statement of the case was by no means all that went on in Ann Veronica’s mind. 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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