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struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. "Your son," answered the boy. 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. Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want. It is not
possible for us to be on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a
public place, having supper alone with your sister after midnight.
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