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. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. . She sprang to her feet and stood listening with parted lips and eager eyes. Ed. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point.
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