But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again. “Is that plain?” she asked. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. I’ve never met any one like you. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. Or had you not noticed?’ He sneered. A woman cannot change her soul. 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. And I am grateful to you. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear.
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