Florence 1855. In the shadow gardens of a remote villa a figurelong luminous and whiteswings to and fro beneath a tree. It is the hanged Isabel Eakin. Inches be... » 

Florence 1855. In the shadow gardens of a remote villa a figurelong luminous and whiteswings to and fro beneath a tree. It is the hanged Isabel Eakin. Inches below her delicate feet the husband of Elizabeth Barrett Browning pokes his fingers into the soil then holds them up in the moonlight to study the effect. Witness to the scene Robert Booth a failed man of letters and a man who once loved Isabel. «