‘I am not French in the least, bête. Later, when they returned home, she would serve as the topic of many conversations. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. You've caught the colour and the life. Her eyes followed him. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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