John was acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted him to be. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. Cased and ribbed with stone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for centuries. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk. She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash. Her eyes flashed.
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