" "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. Yes—as he would have liked. 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. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. Both carried packages of books and magazines. Long ago.
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