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He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. Here again instinct guided her. . "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. 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.
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