. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face. "I see. A rare moment of amusement lightened Melusine’s mood for a moment. 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. The bridge was open.
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