Her gratitude swelled within her. ” “But I didn’t lose it that way, did I?” She grew hysterical. 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. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. “No, those are my brother’s dog tags. " And seizing her by the hair, he pulled back her head, and drew the knife with all his force across her throat. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more forcibly. " "All right; and thank you.
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