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. Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed.
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