I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. It is impossible. “Here goes,” he said. 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. She saw it, and checked without thinking.
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