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. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she was carrying. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. “To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city.
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