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. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born.
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