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Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. “It is Rhea’s infant. Ah! I have it," he added, after a moment's deliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn. “I wonder why people in love are so defiant, so careless of other considerations?” “The very hares grow brave. 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. ‘Kill him? Oh. He tried to make love to me.
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