Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ‘You wish to tell me something? Parbleu, I have nearly forgot once more. It’s well hidden, miss. But," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. To-morrow they will know the truth. “It may be true, but it isn’t quite what I have in mind.
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