Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour.
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