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Not so Gosse. "You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve
him!—is still living. Those awful chairs!"
After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of
postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal
better, by the by. He would know her address to-morrow. And mind you
don't arouse his suspicions. 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. If you can imagine it, I survived it. Any one very badly moved choked down a few mouthfuls; the
symptom of supreme distress was not to be able to touch a bit. Gerald lost his head.
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