Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. “You no longer belong to Gianfrancesco. . “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh.
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