And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. ” He sat for a moment, absorbing. Take the one that struck him at this moment. ” She said with a tone of defiance. The attempt was unsuccessful. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees.
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