He looked at her, hurt. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. ’ Martha frowned. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. ” He said. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. I'll tote it myself. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout. Hoddy! All her fears fell away.
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