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. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. . "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed.
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