Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. “I do not know whether to wish you success or not. 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. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. The Times slipped from his fingers. It was a habit of his to talk to himself.
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