She looked away. Cathy Beck was outraged. 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. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses.
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