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. "Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. Wood, in indignant surprise. "Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. ’ ‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured.
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