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At about one hundred yards from the Court the broad drive divides. To the left it sweeps round to the long imposing front; the right branch leads to the stables and servants' entrance. For a moment I hesitate as I reach the fork, and then, with a little laugh, I turn to the right.
Why not? I am simply here as a messenger from the post office, and it is my proper place.