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chauffeur and Grace, ordinary chauffeur [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] ^[[running]] a Packard car.

[[strikethrough]] One of the excit [[/strikethrough]] I think the mystery ^[[which I had come to]] connect[[strikethrough]] ed [[/strikethrough]] with a trip to the north [[strikethrough]] w ha [[/strikethrough]] added very much to the feeling of excitement which filled me as I ^[[was]] tucked [[strikethrough]] myself [[/strikethrough]] in beside Champoiseau.  No one ^[[that I had seen]] who came back ^[[from one of these [[strikethrough]] trips [[/strikethrough]] ]] had any thing to say.  They vanished [[strikethrough]] into a void  [[/strikethrough]] ^[[then]] re-emerged from the most vitally interesting [[strikethrough]] place [[/strikethrough]] ^[[zone]] in the world at present with out ^[[apparently]] an  ^[[atom]] [[strikethrough]] resemblance [[/strikethrough]] of information or ^[[a single]] impression.  ^[[In despair]] one looked into their faces to try and read there the story of those days and [[strikethrough]] was[[/strikethrough]] met with [[strikethrough]] disappointment [[/strikethrough]] - a blank.

Our route lay by way of St. Denis, Beaumont, Beauvais & Poix.

The first indications of war ^[[which I saw]] were trenches. These dotted the fields close to Paris, [[strikethrough]] ^[[but]] [[/strikethrough]] some were finished and deserted, others were in course of construction.  [[strikethrough]] Some had no [[/strikethrough]] Wire entanglements ^[[were]] in front of [[strikethrough]] them, some [[/strikethrough]] ^[[some, often they]] looked like ordinary ^[[old bunkers]].

At Beaumont which is on the Oise River, I saw what looked to me like [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] ^[[an enlarged]] post card.  I could not realize I was ^[[actually]] looking at a bridge which had been blown up to prevent the Germans