“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. It wasn’t. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull.
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