He thought for a moment, and went on: “Love is something that has to be taken care of. Trifle useful?" he added, slipping a few gold pieces into Jack's hand. F. 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. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. I give myself to you. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour.
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