" "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. Only promise me this. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. Now lend me your own hand. She looked at him curiously. However, it would only be robbing the hangman of his dues. 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. ’ Fury was in her face.
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