“Yes,” she answered, looking away. ‘You do not understand, Gérard. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. “All of which doesn’t help me in the slightest degree to pay back that money. She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it.
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