‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again. He returned to attend the funeral. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict.
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