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She
fled
as
much
as
possible
to
the
wood
.
One
afternoon
,
as
she
sat
brooding
,
watching
the
water
bubbling
coldly
in
John
’
s
Well
,
the
keeper
had
strode
up
to
her
.
’
I
got
you
a
key
made
,
my
Lady
!
’
he
said
,
saluting
,
and
he
offered
her
the
key
.
’
Thank
you
so
much
!
’
she
said
,
startled
.
’
The
hut
’
s
not
very
tidy
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
cleared
it
what
I
could
.
’
’
But
I
didn
’
t
want
you
to
trouble
!
’
she
said
.
’
Oh
,
it
wasn
’
t
any
trouble
.
I
am
setting
the
hens
in
about
a
week
.
But
they
won
’
t
be
scared
of
you
.
I
s
’
ll
have
to
see
to
them
morning
and
night
,
but
I
shan
’
t
bother
you
any
more
than
I
can
help
.
’
’
But
you
wouldn
’
t
bother
me
,
’
she
pleaded
.
’
I
’
d
rather
not
go
to
the
hut
at
all
,
if
I
am
going
to
be
in
the
way
.
’
He
looked
at
her
with
his
keen
blue
eyes
.
He
seemed
kindly
,
but
distant
.
But
at
least
he
was
sane
,
and
wholesome
,
if
even
he
looked
thin
and
ill
.
A
cough
troubled
him
.
’
You
have
a
cough
,
’
she
said
.
