And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. .
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