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. Never! And they don’t know it! They have no idea of it. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. McClintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason. No one. They found a river pool and disrobed together as they had for hundreds of years. Indeed, it is rather a matter of whose death is close. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see. Had to.
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