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. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopes vanished with it. He lost control of the machine. The water was cold but she waded deeper.
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