Both, perhaps?’ At that, her eyes darkened with fury. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. But that was all over. ‘Jacques?’ she called. The chair is in the veranda. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. 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. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures.
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