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Ralph Davin
We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul. The woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods.
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Alexander Rees
We went down the lane, by the body of the man in blackk, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill.
Ralph Davin
On our side the fire had done no more than scorch the nearer trees; it had failed to secure its footing. In one place the woodmen had been at work on Saturday; trees, felled and freshly trimmed, lay in a clearing, with heaps of sawdust by the sawing-machine and its engine.
Alexander Rees
We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight haill, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill.
Ralph Davin
On our side the fire had done no more than scorch the nearer trees; it had failed to secure its footing. In one place the woodmen had been at work on Saturday; trees, felled and freshly trimmed, lay in a clearing, with heaps of sawdust by the sawing-machine and its engine.