Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. "It only leads to the fencing crib," replied Wild. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed.
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