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. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. " "Good news will be news to me. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. No offence, I hope. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect. "Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground.
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