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‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. The Chinamen raised the limp body and carried it to the hall staircase, up which they mounted laboriously. It jars with all my ideas. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. She made a slow tour of the front of the house without success, and then started back along the rooms behind, dragging open the drapes each time to get just enough light to recognise what was on the walls. “It rained the whole of the time, but we saw all the sights, and the place never seemed dull. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. She turned to face him and he kissed her. “I’ve been looking out for you,” he said. ‘One does not blow off the head of a man with whom one is in love, en effet. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head.
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