Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. "This she-devil has got hold of the sack. “What can you do?” she asked. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. Would you like me to take one for you?\" \"Nah.
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