Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. "Back!" he cried fiercely. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. Put on that new dress—the one that's all white.
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