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She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. 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. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion.
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