When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her.
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