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. It was then, I am sure, empty. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. Wood. ” “Oh, Lucy, I never have stopped thinking about you since the first day I walked you home. Besides, there are greater rascals than Jack Sheppard at liberty, Sir Rowland.
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