If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. ‘And just who is Leonardo?’ ‘How in God’s name should I know?’ demanded Roding irascibly. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. ‘Certainly you are imbecile.
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