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“A broken-down motor-car of theirs
still stood before the garden gate. In the
hall stood two packing-cases ready for the
pictures already detached from the walls.
In the drawing-room the big Venetian mirror
was smashed to pieces, and there was not
one single chair that had not its legs broken,
its brocade ripped open. In the
dining-room the big table was loaded with empty
champagne bottles, and the floor was strewn
with broken glass and china and
playing-cards. In the bedroom of the mistress of
the house all the wardrobes and drawers stood
wide open, with all their contents flung in
heaps on the floor, dresses and cloaks of
muslin, silk and velvet, all torn to rags as if
some sort of savage satisfaction had been
derived from the harsh sound of the very
tearing. Two carefully sorted piles of
lingerie lying on the table revealed the
presence of an officer—as usual the temptation
to secure fine underlinen had proved
irresistible to the head of the band.
“ ‘La chambre des enfants,’ said the old
caretaker as she opened the door to the
children’s nursery on the top floor. The
room was large and airy, the walls were
white, and the setting sun shone in through
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