She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. ’ Melusine’s voice petered out. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name.
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