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But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. But with Gosse and the woman in prison here, there is always the chance that the whole affair may be raked up all over again. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. So he found her when he came round the corner of the spinney. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Consider you’ve got resources deposited with me. ” Sebastian drove on. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her.
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