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“Queer letters he writes,” she said. 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. “I do mean that,” she declared. "But we'll find a way to make you open your lips presently.
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