He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. 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. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think you ought to know how I look at it. He’s riding down the drive. You know all this stuff is insured. You didn’t even do that Vee; not even that.
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