I'm sure she'll let me go, though. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up.
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