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The only side road they could find proved to be no more than a track through the little wood. They almost passed it a second time, and hesitated at the gate -- a sturdy five-barred gate bearing "Private" on a conspicuous label -- debating whether this "could be right. " They still suffered a spasm of fear at the thought of trespass, and to open this gate and march up an unknown private road pushing a hand-cart seemed to them an act of terrible aggression.
"We might leave the cart just inside," suggested Blanche.