The Chapel 401 XX. 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. She had discussed the general question of supplies with the helpful landlady. He returned her impressive greeting almost mechanically. Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock, which he attacked with all his implements;—now attempting to pick it with the nail;— now to wrench it off with the bar: but all without effect. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. I hope that she is okay.
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