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With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. 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. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. I forget. ” She said, searching for her brassiere under his bed. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger.
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