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. And still you interest yourself in my affairs. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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