Lucy acted the part of savoring the end of the meal, but it was difficult. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive. Mr. 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.
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