"Come to buy off Jack Sheppard, I suppose," replied the fellow. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. “Quite unusually
cold for the time of year,” he said. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience.
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