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. "I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. " Mrs. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. CHAPTER XXIII. ’ ‘Capting Roding wouldn’t never command me to help no Frenchie,’ said the sergeant positively.
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