It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. You thanked me tersely, then, barely noticing my existence you went right back to your conversation! I was somewhat crushed but my spirits were lifted when the butcher revealed who your husband-to-be was. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp.
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