” Sir John smiled and congratulated himself upon his insight. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere.
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