Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. 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. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. " "Or Jack have escaped," remarked Winny.
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