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. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. "A little. Wood fared still worse. They litter up the room.
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