She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. . And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house.
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