Lucy complied, slipping the tight jeans over her white underwear. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. 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. A faint buzz above the ceiling witnessed that petrography, too, was active.
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