“Look, dear,” she said presently, “you can put the ten on the Jack. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. Happy Birthday, then. 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. Talked about his years, his position and his constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the fun was going to begin. " "That is your fault, none of mine.
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