And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. “But about last night. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. It's as well to be on the safe side. You are a great deal more like what I was a few months ago than I am now. Diable. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament.
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