"I wondered when old Leigh Hunt was going to show up."

Leigh Hunt was escorted in by the priest who had led me to the basilica.

Shelley also wrote to Leigh Hunt to tell him that the play was finished.

Leigh Hunt stayed in the carriage during the ceremony but is also pictured.

He was also a close friend and confidant of Leigh Hunt.

Leigh Hunt seemed a challenge, with his nondescript, almost pinched features.

Leigh Hunt met me in one of the long hallways that led to the main entrance.

Leigh Hunt stepped out, glanced around, shivered from the cold, and walked quickly toward her.

I brushed past Leigh Hunt and made for the front door.

Leigh Hunt was glaring at me, but I ignored it.