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. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Not afraid of me, either. " CHAPTER XI. . Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. It was no use. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. But, you see, she HAS to lie up.
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