Don’t stand gawping, man. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. Her brother Roddy, who was in the motor line, came to expostulate; her sister Alice wrote. 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 felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth.
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