Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist.
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