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She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. "I mustn't tell you what Thames means to do for you if ever he gains his rights," continued Winifred; "but I may tell you what my father means to do. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. 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. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. ’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically.
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