In fact, it would not surprise me to discover that they were both Leonardo’s. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. He had never liked to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs would be made apparent by human touch. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. . I'm sure she'll let me go, though.
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