“What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. There were shadows under his eyes. ” “That’s horrible!” He gasped.
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