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She did not see Sebastian turn towards the boy and his family, but every hair on the back of her neck stood up rigidly. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. 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. Only the next of kin. " "That wouldn't answer my purpose," replied Jonathan, savagely. " "Away with him!" cried Jonathan. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly.
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