“Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. ‘Still more would I be so if he had come himself to tell me this. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. Abruptly, Gerald turned. “That is very nice of you,” she said. They began to wrestle fiercely. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. So she said: “I won’t come home. 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. All we do is for your good.
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