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“—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. ’ ‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his makeshift bandage. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter.
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