Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. uh. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble.
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