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Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. 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. ‘So that’s true, is it?’ ‘Certainly it is true,’ Melusine said, opening her eyes wide. I was orphaned a long time ago. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. Nicholas is dead.
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