. . “Annabel?” he exclaimed. 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. I packed them with the other few things I owned. ” Lucy chuckled at the sacrilegious comment, though it was a very old one.
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