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. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black.
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