Sheila was often a terror to her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. Daughters were not like sons. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water, and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she remained standing on her feet.
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