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" Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. Why not? Quite willing. At least for one moment, it was. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. 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. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. Let—it—fall. Challenge accepted. 50 \"You might mention her, but don't mention the Prom. A bumper round, gentlemen.
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