’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. ‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. Meanwhile, the object of all this fearful disturbance had made his escape to Newgate, from the roof of which he witnessed the destruction of his premises. ‘But you know. . ’ He threw a fulminating glance at Gerald. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. "Oh! you did, did you?" said the janizary. 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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