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“
Because
I
couldn
’
t
go
to
sleep
either
and
my
head
ached
.
Tell
me
your
name
again
.
”
“
Mary
Lennox
.
Did
no
one
ever
tell
you
I
had
come
to
live
here
?
”
He
was
still
fingering
the
fold
of
her
wrapper
,
but
he
began
to
look
a
little
more
as
if
he
believed
in
her
reality
.
“
No
,
”
he
answered
.
“
They
daren
’
t
.
”
“
Why
?
”
asked
Mary
.
“
Because
I
should
have
been
afraid
you
would
see
me
.
I
won
’
t
let
people
see
me
and
talk
me
over
.
”
“
Why
?
”
Mary
asked
again
,
feeling
more
mystified
every
moment
.
“
Because
I
am
like
this
always
,
ill
and
having
to
lie
down
.
My
father
won
’
t
let
people
talk
me
over
either
.
The
servants
are
not
allowed
to
speak
about
me
.
If
I
live
I
may
be
a
hunchback
,
but
I
shan
’
t
live
.
My
father
hates
to
think
I
may
be
like
him
.
”
“
Oh
,
what
a
queer
house
this
is
!
”
Mary
said
.
“
What
a
queer
house
!
Everything
is
a
kind
of
secret
.
Rooms
are
locked
up
and
gardens
are
locked
up
—
and
you
!
Have
you
been
locked
up
?
”
