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. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. After that consolations fled. Marvel. Not fit to be dust on your boots. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. They will insist upon a catalogue of things one must not do, which does nothing but fill one with the greatest desire to do them. And―and he wanted to help you.
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