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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. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. He had been abusing them for a long time when I arrived. She had never heard anything so unholy.
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