The sun was low behind abank of cloud. I was watching a motor-car, which seemed to be crawlingslowly enough, though, no doubt, it was making a respectable pace,between two hedges down below. It is extraordinary how slowly everythingseems to be going when one sees it from such an height."Then the left wing of the monoplane came up like a door that slams,some wires whistled past my head, and one whipped off my helmet, andthen, with the seat slipping away from me, down we went.
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