“Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. 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. "In my opinion, Sir Rowland," suggested Jonathan; "you'd better allow the court to remain open.
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