Not that you'd think it, from the row
they're making. I've been listening to them from the road - you
always did say the house stood too near it."
"Then you didn't go in?"
"When it's your show? You should know me better. Not a foot would
I set on the premises behind your back. But here they are, so
perhaps you'll lead the way."
And I led it without a moment's hesitation, through the unpretentious
six-barred gate into the long but shallow crescent of the drive.
There were two such gates, one at each end of the drive, but no lodge
at either, and not a light nearer than those of the house. The shape
and altitude of the lighted windows, the whisper of the laurels on
either hand, the very feel of the gravel underfoot, were at once
familiar to my senses as the sweet, relaxing, immemorial air that
one drank deeper at every breath. Our stealthy advance was to me
like stealing back into one's childhood; and yet I could conduct it
without compunction. I was too excited to feel immediate remorse,
albeit not too lost in excitement to know that remorse for every
step that I was taking would be my portion soon enough.
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