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. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. Why are you so anxious?" "Oh, if you can't see your way….
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