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“My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. 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. Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage. “I have had nothing since, and it seems a very long time.
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