“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. This—all this swamps them. The small predator subconsciously acknowledged the larger one. To Spurlock's observing eye, Enschede's wrinkles multiplied and the folds in his clothes. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark.
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