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She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. Seeing her improved mood, he had offered the Latin reading lesson strategically, knowing it would surprise her that he considered her capable. Happy Birthday, then. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. She responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane.
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