'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force.
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