She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. That was Leonardo’s motto. This is a joke of yours. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. 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. Apart from everything else, this meeting of ours is a breach of a good rule. She went into shock. Cocking the gun. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. . . Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Later, when they returned home, she would serve as the topic of many conversations.
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