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He
was staring at her, openly gaping. They did not care—
servant or master, it meant nothing. 58
\"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting
up, her head in her hands. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat;
and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as
possible. If he took a fancy
to you, he invited you to the house for tea, bitter and yellow and served in little
cups without handles. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior.
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