’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. 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. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract. I can't concentrate on my work. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. My eyes are open to you. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps.
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