In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. That could signify nothing except that the doctor had a friend down there somewhere, on an island in one of those archipelagoes. She shuddered. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. . And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict.
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