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The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. I suppose I ought to have been a man. So he liked to go by a different train. 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. Gerald looked at it, then at her face.
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