Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. Lord, but it was a nun! Just as he had suspected. 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. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him.
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