Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. ’ A radiant smile dawned. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Occasionally he relit his pipe.
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