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Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “So it seems that I was wrong. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. “In a sense—yes. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart.
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