Sheppard. 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. " "What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. " The Wastrel laughed. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort.
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