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Maggot held up a lantern, which she found in the shop. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. "You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?" pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. “Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken compact? I am very sorry. 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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