I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. 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. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain.
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