Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. 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. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. The man was mad to marry me.
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