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No escape

The evening grew more dull every moment, and a melancholy wind sounded through the deserted fields, like a distant giant whistling for his house dog. The sadness of the scene imparted a sombre tinge to the feelings of Mr Winkle. He shivered as they passed the angle of the trench - it looked like a colossal grave.

The officer turned suddenly from the path, and after climbing a fence, and going through a hedge, entered a secluded field.