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. CHAPTER VIII. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. Now if you are ready to go with me, I too am ready. Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. I should have known at a glance if it was. It is true that I have accepted an engagement from Mr. A sinister thought edged in. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ” “Strongly,” said Mr. "Then I am old-fashioned. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table.
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