“Your mother was a Gypsy. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. " "Bah!" ejaculated Marvel, gruffly. And, turning to his daughter, he gave the necessary directions in a low tone. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. Come along home, Ruth. 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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