"O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. 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. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak.
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