They had cried a little, both. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. 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. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. ‘As a matter of fact, I’m not at all sympathique.
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