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 old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had.
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