8 or 1. She looked up, and recognized Mr. For the present the desire to fly was gone. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. ’ ‘To you,’ she said angrily. Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. 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. Until the last moment she was afraid.
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