And yet it was basically a fine action. 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. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother.
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