Selling out of the Army to take up his inheritance had spelled boredom to Gerald Alderley. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. 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. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. " There was a brief, breathless pause. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular.
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