He took her to the house at the end of the road. She had not been to the house since the morning she had seen it from the gate. The gate had been the gate of a small garden, and the garden had been the part of the cottage that had been the part of the dream that had been the part of the dark. The gate had been the colour of old iron. The gate had been open. The house had been small. The house had had a single storey. The house had had a single window. The door of the house had been the colour o...
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