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. . "Go to your own room, woman, directly, or I'll make you!" "Make me!" echoed Mrs. And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford.
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