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“A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. I can’t even make myself care. . Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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