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” “There IS something sound in that position,” said Capes, intervening as if to defend Miss Garvice against a possible attack from Ann Veronica. In the present case it did not matter, as there was no one else within earshot. "As sure as one reasonably can be. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. 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. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. The Flash Ken XV. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. "Never mind," replied the tapstress.
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