Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. . Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. But come, sir. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again.
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