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“
No
.
I
stay
in
this
room
because
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
moved
out
of
it
.
It
tires
me
too
much
.
”
“
Does
your
father
come
and
see
you
?
”
Mary
ventured
.
“
Sometimes
.
Generally
when
I
am
asleep
.
He
doesn
’
t
want
to
see
me
.
”
“
Why
?
”
Mary
could
not
help
asking
again
.
A
sort
of
angry
shadow
passed
over
the
boy
’
s
face
.
“
My
mother
died
when
I
was
born
and
it
makes
him
wretched
to
look
at
me
.
He
thinks
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
I
’
ve
heard
people
talking
.
He
almost
hates
me
.
”
“
He
hates
the
garden
,
because
she
died
,
”
said
Mary
half
speaking
to
herself
.
“
What
garden
?
”
the
boy
asked
.
“
Oh
!
just
—
just
a
garden
she
used
to
like
,
”
Mary
stammered
.
“
Have
you
been
here
always
?
”
“
Nearly
always
.
