“That’s it,” she said. She went into shock. 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. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. They don’t know who did it, actually. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. “It is Michelle, John. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it.
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