’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. 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. I have never in my life been so much puzzled by any one as by your sister. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. “Sure.
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