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. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. "All's over," muttered Jonathan.
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