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“How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. “Mr. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her. ‘Typical. 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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