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It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. “I’ll be hanged if I do. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. She was no longer there. I’ll take over here. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony.
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