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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. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began. I have seen many of them. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops.
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