’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. Dinner consisted of three courses. Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue paper round the electric bulb. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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