Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue.
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