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“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Stanley, having pretended to linger to smoke, fled suddenly up-stairs to petrography, and when Veronica tapped he answered through the locked door, “Go away, Vee! I’m busy,” and made a lapidary’s wheel buzz loudly. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. " There was a pause. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. “Well,” he said at last slowly, “I’ll pay it. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair.
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