She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. " "I am here in Canton," she replied, simply. Now I’d like the rest of your story. Mr. It's sixteen days down, with The Tigress. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse. Too late now. ” The suitcase loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once again.
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