All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. 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. Capes? Well, think what it must be to live in them—soul and mind and body! It’s fun for a man to jest at our position. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle.
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