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. Look at the poor victim at your feet. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. ” “Oh, you mean Mr. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard.
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