" "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other. \" She tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed 11 sipping the drugged cocoa. ’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. But I'll never part with your irons. 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. He subjected me there to great annoyance by claiming me as his wife. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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