‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. They both listened intently. 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. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty. I wish they would just get it over with. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it.
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