. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. Even though I am going to sing at the ‘Unusual’ you may find that the ‘Alcide,’ whom you knew in Paris does not exist any more. "You pledged yourself to Mr. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. 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.
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