A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue.
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