Her mind had been and was full of the thought of Capes, a huge generalized Capes-lover. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan.
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