And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. My natural parents both died a very long time ago and I have been on my own for a great deal of my existence. Mr. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways.
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