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She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. 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. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her. ‘At this present, I must appropriate Lady Bicknacre. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Further, I do not care for you to accept social obligations from Mr.
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