"Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. If you don't conquer this disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and then nothing can save you. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. She confided in me yesterday.
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