As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. But this is a great lark, Ann Veronica! This turns life into a glorious adventure!” “Ah!” she cried in triumph. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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