She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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