She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Wood's," said the latter, "since I find him at his own gate. I shall not let you go till I am quite sure. “Well, no,” she answered. "Think not to deceive me, monster.
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