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. You represent to me an enigma, the solution of which has become the one desire of my life. I followed you home on the train.
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