His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil.
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