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It was not quite the search I intended,’ he said with a touch of selfmockery as he released her, ‘but success comes in all sorts of unexpected ways. 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. Then she went up-stairs again, dressed herself carefully for town, put on her most businesslike-looking hat, and with a wave of emotion she found it hard to control, walked down to catch the 3. I'll have no such toast drunk at my table!" "It's the king's birthday," urged the woollen draper. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. The clock struck half-past ten. ". The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “I think she is the perpetrator behind several attacks, not just the clothes stealing. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti.
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