Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She would marry him. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. I love the soles of your feet. But it is the truth.
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