There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. She had to do her thinking at home—under inspection.
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