Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. ‘Very well, then. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the motor on top of him. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees.
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