Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. “WHAT a place! “Stuffy isn’t the word for it. “Do you want to ruin me? I shall walk back. White, who had risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna’s point of view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone.
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