So Mrs. ” She stopped. I'm a poor nurse. But your cracked skull is by no means a pleasing spectacle. She had not nursed Leonardo for weeks for nothing. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. It has. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice. The man is a stranger to me. This isn’t the place.
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