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. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face.
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