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on down the alphabet; Greggerson's voice resounded; its boom could have been heard through open windows three blocks away:
"Lyendorf!"
"Aye."
"Lynn, of Sangamon!"
"No."
"Lynn, of Vermilion!"
"No."
"McBroom!"
"No."
"McCoy!"
"Aye."
"McCray!"
Holman strained forward with the crowd. McCray hesitated, looked up, then shouted:
"No!"
There was a sharp volley of applause, a clapping of hands which had in it perhaps, a certain too self-*righteous quality; and there were human groans and hoots, and at his elbow Holman heard an oath and turned to face Baldwin. The face of the lobbyist was white with rage and moist with fine globules of perspiration, and there were revealed to Holman
