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. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony.
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