And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she was saying.
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