’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Woof! What a dog. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. ” “It can’t prevent our loving. Your family has not sullied itself by dabbling in it, at least not 173 from what I know, so now is not the time to begin. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. 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.
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