. I’ll wait my whole life!” He cried. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. The boy was right. ” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. Nor had Jack been idle all this time. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. He got up. ” He started back as though he had been shot.
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