“What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Sheppard towards an appalling object in one corner. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. ‘The more I hear about this Leonardo,’ Lucy said severely, ‘the more I want to meet your Melusine. We shall see. He got up brusquely.
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