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Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. " "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. It makes me desire life beyond measure. Ann Veronica wondered what her father would do if she were to tell him the full story of her relations with Ramage. On the orders of Mr Jarvis, that were. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter.
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