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Mary
was
silent
for
a
minute
and
then
she
said
something
bold
.
“
You
might
—
sometime
.
”
He
moved
as
if
he
were
startled
.
“
Go
on
the
moor
!
How
could
I
?
I
am
going
to
die
.
”
“
How
do
you
know
?
”
said
Mary
unsympathetically
.
She
didn
’
t
like
the
way
he
had
of
talking
about
dying
.
She
did
not
feel
very
sympathetic
.
She
felt
rather
as
if
he
almost
boasted
about
it
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
ve
heard
it
ever
since
I
remember
,
”
he
answered
crossly
.
“
They
are
always
whispering
about
it
and
thinking
I
don
’
t
notice
.
They
wish
I
would
,
too
.
”
Mistress
Mary
felt
quite
contrary
.
She
pinched
her
lips
together
.
“
If
they
wished
I
would
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
wouldn
’
t
.
Who
wishes
you
would
?
”
“
The
servants
—
and
of
course
Dr
.
Craven
because
he
would
get
Misselthwaite
and
be
rich
instead
of
poor
.
He
daren
’
t
say
so
,
but
he
always
looks
cheerful
when
I
am
worse
.
When
I
had
typhoid
fever
his
face
got
quite
fat
.
I
think
my
father
wishes
it
,
too
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
believe
he
does
,
”
said
Mary
quite
obstinately
.
