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And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. It was a simple wish. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. For whom had its sharp point been intended? Valade? Or perhaps his wife now that the girl had word of their marriage. She pulled her hand away quickly. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. 9.
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