The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. 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. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him that she is not ‘Alcide.
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