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"It was given me by poor dear Mrs. 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. "Relating to the father of the boy—Thames Darrell," supplied Jonathan. I love you—unendurably. But I will not believe you.
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