Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharples that the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to the round-house. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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