Her father had smiles ready for her, he seemed to be truly happy with her for the first time since her infancy. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been different. “How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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