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She relented out of exhaustion, yet he would not let her near Marina, his embrace tightening. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him.

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