There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. “Ye Gods!” she said at last. We had better have it over. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable.
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