"An American. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. She looked at him mournfully. . It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. ” He was dressed in his uniform of a Polo shirt and twill pants. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door till they had explained their business. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. I’ve never wanted to get away so much.
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