She looked steadfastly out. "I give you all of my genius, and you say—'Get out!' I am some kind of a dog. ” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. 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.
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