It was hard to meet that gaze. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out.
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