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“It is true. “The Vote is the symbol of everything,” said Miss Brett. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. There came to Spurlock the recurrence of the grim resolution of what he had set out to do: that comradeship was all he might ever give this exquisite creature; for she was exquisite, and in a way she dominated this picture of sea and sky and sail. And this shall be your diet till you die. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. “How did you find me?” He asked. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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