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“Annabel,” she said brusquely. . Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him. You may have something to conceal, you may not. Poor little one. 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. Just an idea of mine.
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