He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. His body had been maimed many times. I don’t know anyone. 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. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood.
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