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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. " She departed reluctantly. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there.
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