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A month or two back her Grandmother had been giving her the strictest prohibitions, in her walks, not to go near a certain spot, which was dangerous from the circumstance of a huge overgrown oak tree spreading its prodigious arms across a deep chalk-pit, which they partly concealed.
To this fatal place Rosamund came one day—female curiosity, we know, is older than the flood—let us not think hardly of the girl, if the partook of the sexual failing.
Rosamund ventured further and further—climbed along one of the branches—approached the forbidden chasm—her foot slipped—she wasnot
