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“
He
’
s
got
a
crooked
back
,
”
she
said
.
“
That
set
him
wrong
.
He
was
a
sour
young
man
and
got
no
good
of
all
his
money
and
big
place
till
he
was
married
.
”
Mary
’
s
eyes
turned
toward
her
in
spite
of
her
intention
not
to
seem
to
care
.
She
had
never
thought
of
the
hunchback
’
s
being
married
and
she
was
a
trifle
surprised
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
saw
this
,
and
as
she
was
a
talkative
woman
she
continued
with
more
interest
.
This
was
one
way
of
passing
some
of
the
time
,
at
any
rate
.
“
She
was
a
sweet
,
pretty
thing
and
he
’
d
have
walked
the
world
over
to
get
her
a
blade
o
’
grass
she
wanted
.
Nobody
thought
she
’
d
marry
him
,
but
she
did
,
and
people
said
she
married
him
for
his
money
.
But
she
didn
’
t
—
she
didn
’
t
,
”
positively
.
“
When
she
died
—
”
Mary
gave
a
little
involuntary
jump
.
“
Oh
!
did
she
die
!
”
she
exclaimed
,
quite
without
meaning
to
.
She
had
just
remembered
a
French
fairy
story
she
had
once
read
called
“
Riquet
à
la
Houppe
.
”
It
had
been
about
a
poor
hunchback
and
a
beautiful
princess
and
it
had
made
her
suddenly
sorry
for
Mr
.
Archibald
Craven
.
“
Yes
,
she
died
,
”
Mrs
.
Medlock
answered
.
“
And
it
made
him
queerer
than
ever
.
He
cares
about
nobody
.
He
won
’
t
see
people
.
Most
of
the
time
he
goes
away
,
and
when
he
is
at
Misselthwaite
he
shuts
himself
up
in
the
West
Wing
and
won
’
t
let
anyone
but
Pitcher
see
him
.
Pitcher
’
s
an
old
fellow
,
but
he
took
care
of
him
when
he
was
a
child
and
he
knows
his
ways
.
”
It
sounded
like
something
in
a
book
and
it
did
not
make
Mary
feel
cheerful
.
A
house
with
a
hundred
rooms
,
nearly
all
shut
up
and
with
their
doors
locked
—
a
house
on
the
edge
of
a
moor
—
whatsoever
a
moor
was
—
sounded
dreary
.
A
man
with
a
crooked
back
who
shut
himself
up
also
!
She
stared
out
of
the
window
with
her
lips
pinched
together
,
and
it
seemed
quite
natural
that
the
rain
should
have
begun
to
pour
down
in
gray
slanting
lines
and
splash
and
stream
down
the
window
-
panes
.
If
the
pretty
wife
had
been
alive
she
might
have
made
things
cheerful
by
being
something
like
her
own
mother
and
by
running
in
and
out
and
going
to
parties
as
she
had
done
in
frocks
“
full
of
lace
.
”
But
she
was
not
there
any
more
.
“
You
needn
’
t
expect
to
see
him
,
because
ten
to
one
you
won
’
t
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
“
And
you
mustn
’
t
expect
that
there
will
be
people
to
talk
to
you
.
You
’
ll
have
to
play
about
and
look
after
yourself
.
You
’
ll
be
told
what
rooms
you
can
go
into
and
what
rooms
you
’
re
to
keep
out
of
.
There
’
s
gardens
enough
.
But
when
you
’
re
in
the
house
don
’
t
go
wandering
and
poking
about
.
Mr
.
Craven
won
’
t
have
it
.
”
“
I
shall
not
want
to
go
poking
about
,
”
said
sour
little
Mary
and
just
as
suddenly
as
she
had
begun
to
be
rather
sorry
for
Mr
