“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. 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. I will be up with my wife and daughter after lunch.
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