She had but to choose. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. 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. She saw his eyes glaze over. ” Ennison nodded. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk.
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