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. Ennison had disappeared. But you have not finished surely. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort.
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