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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. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. In this state, it will be easy to draw him into a snare. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. ” They clambered down the hill together. She moaned as she touched him. Here would be the true test of his strength.
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