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Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. ’ ‘But that would make her half French,’ Hilary pointed out. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. ’ ‘As if you could stop her.
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