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"IT'S getting damp and cold," said Gerald at last; "we must be going home. " And hand-in-hand the twins wended homeward.
A short stretch of road came between the wood and the shrubbery that surrounded their house, and they had left the road and just entered the shrubbery gate, when they saw, a little way in front of them, the tall figure of a young man walking at a good pace towards the house.