He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. It does not matter to him either way. 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. txt or 15614-8. You know you do, Annabel. “I am getting plain,” she said, with a little shudder.
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