Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Anything that had love in it! The doctor comprehended that he also had his work cut out. She hated the manor. When she got back to her questions again in the monotonous high-road that led up the hill, she found the image of Mr. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr.
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