Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “It’s something that bothers me. ” Anna stepped to the foot of the bed. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man. Everybody looked askance at everybody else.
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