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He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. 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. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. ’ So that was it. ” “But your dinner!” she protested. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent.
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