Stonily he had disengaged himself. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Sheppard had been interred.
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