‘Well?’ she said. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. Wood, I forget nothing. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. You’re going to live under the cat’s foot. A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the stranger and this individual. Yet I shall think of you to-day.
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