‘I think that was what began his downfall. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. Kneebone and 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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