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“What for?”
“To grow.”
“What do you want it to grow for?”
“My garden is too public. I wish to be protected from outsiders.”
“Would it be the same thing if I were to nail up this window? That would be so much quicker. It will be ten years before your hedge is high enough to keep me from seeing you. And even then, you know, I could move up-stairs. But I am so sorry to be an outsider.”
“I merely remarked that I was planting a hedge.”
When Georgiana spoke again her voice was lowered: “Would you open a gateway for me into your garden, to be always mine, so that I might go out and come in, and never another human soul enter it?”
Now Jacob had often begged me to cut him a private gateway on that side of the
