2. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. He's got the gift of the gab.
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