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“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. He whispered in her ear. A very small settlement, mostly natives. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you. I swear it. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple.
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