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I’ll mention it. She herself had cut the slender tie that had bound them. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. She was suddenly grave. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand.
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