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. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. ” Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. " "Offer them my hearty thanks," replied Jack, waving his hand to the group, all of whom returned the salutation.
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