" "Winny, I must go!" said Thames, breaking from her. "I thought you'd have got rid of your ill-humour by this time. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness.
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