. \" The thick girl with the blue- black hair spat. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. “Let us escape,” she said. He would be so disappointed. “But who could have lent you money?” “I pawned my pearl necklace. 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. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. "It was silly.
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