” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. ” He made quite a long pause, and went on, with a sigh: “You have a voting paper given you—” They emerged into the publicity of the lawn. The signs of the shops were carried to incredible distances. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother.
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