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. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. “Ask me nothing. She had had to do
away with many a leering foster father since she had
started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the
century. . The baby was placed in her
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lap. Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a
right pelter. ‘Ah, grandpére. The pieces fell to the ground in a little
white shower. "Good night. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. “Here goes,” he said. The wound lay open for five
seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched
by invisible hands. ”
“Personally,” he went on, “I must confess to a great disappointment.
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