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. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. “Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and blew up the house, John. The picture might easily apply to The Tigress: outwardly disreputable, but richly and comfortably appointed below. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. “I can teach them so many things! Music, Latin, mathematics! Please do not take my Anna and Fritz away!” It was of no use.
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