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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. This is no place for me. It is quite outrageous of me to go about rescuing a damsel in distress—’ ‘Who does not in the least wish to be rescued,’ put in Melusine. I tried it myself, Sir. We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. Mr. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. He pumped as she raised her legs obediently.
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