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Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large
scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it
was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an
interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. Each arm of the blouse had the
faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked
familiar. Fear
nothing. 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. “Yes. "
"Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he
concluded his narration.
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