’ *** Mrs Chalkney, a long-time friend of the late Mrs Alderley, had been delighted to oblige that lady’s son. There was no light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect the buxom figure of Mrs. "Right to a farthing. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth.
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