"The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. 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. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. The air was crisp and dry. ‘Ah. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful.
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