“My brother’s room when he comes home. " And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. Rousing himself, he went to the door. 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. “Dear John,” she whispered.
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