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. “See you. “Why not?” he exclaimed. It generalized everything she put to it. “My dear Anna,” he answered. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. It is but a wild threat. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way.
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