When Ann Veronica got it she had at first a wild, fantastic idea that it contained a tip. 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. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy.
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