A lucky escape. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her.
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