. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. He displayed none of the airy optimism of their previous talk over the downland gate.
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