Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Gosse must now fight with his back to the altar, and a dais at his heels. Anna, with her marvellous capacity for enjoyment, ate cakes and laughed, and forgot that she had had tea an hour or so ago at an A. If this is the young lady, she can perhaps calm him.
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