THE HISTORY OF MR. POLLY by H. G. Wells

Two other young ladies made off through the beech trees from this outburst of savagery. Then the grip of Mr. Polly’s fingers gave, and he hit his chin against the stones and slipped clumsily to the ground again, scraping his cheek against the wall and hurting his shin against the log by which he had reached the top. ................
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