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. Once in England, she made all haste to visit Remenham House. Lost me place, that’s all. For nothing they kiss. We have played at a little mild lovemaking again.
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