“Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. 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.
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