” He was a little bewildered. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Be on your guard. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance.
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