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“
Everybody
as
knowed
about
Mester
Craven
knowed
there
was
a
little
lad
as
was
like
to
be
a
cripple
,
an
’
they
knowed
Mester
Craven
didn
’
t
like
him
to
be
talked
about
.
Folks
is
sorry
for
Mester
Craven
because
Mrs
.
Craven
was
such
a
pretty
young
lady
an
’
they
was
so
fond
of
each
other
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
stops
in
our
cottage
whenever
she
goes
to
Thwaite
an
’
she
doesn
’
t
mind
talkin
’
to
mother
before
us
children
,
because
she
knows
us
has
been
brought
up
to
be
trusty
.
How
did
tha
’
find
out
about
him
?
Martha
was
in
fine
trouble
th
’
last
time
she
came
home
.
She
said
tha
’
d
heard
him
frettin
’
an
’
tha
’
was
askin
’
questions
an
’
she
didn
’
t
know
what
to
say
.
”
Mary
told
him
her
story
about
the
midnight
wuthering
of
the
wind
which
had
wakened
her
and
about
the
faint
far
-
off
sounds
of
the
complaining
voice
which
had
led
her
down
the
dark
corridors
with
her
candle
and
had
ended
with
her
opening
of
the
door
of
the
dimly
lighted
room
with
the
carven
four
-
posted
bed
in
the
corner
.
When
she
described
the
small
ivory
-
white
face
and
the
strange
black
-
rimmed
eyes
Dickon
shook
his
head
.
“
Them
’
s
just
like
his
mother
’
s
eyes
,
only
hers
was
always
laughin
’
,
they
say
,
”
he
said
.
“
They
say
as
Mr
.
Craven
can
’
t
bear
to
see
him
when
he
’
s
awake
an
’
it
’
s
because
his
eyes
is
so
like
his
mother
’
s
an
’
yet
looks
so
different
in
his
miserable
bit
of
a
face
.
”
“
Do
you
think
he
wants
to
die
?
”
whispered
Mary
.
“
No
,
but
he
wishes
he
’
d
never
been
born
.
Mother
she
says
that
’
s
th
’
worst
thing
on
earth
for
a
child
.
Them
as
is
not
wanted
scarce
ever
thrives
.
Mester
Craven
he
’
d
buy
anythin
’
as
money
could
buy
for
th
’
poor
lad
but
he
’
d
like
to
forget
as
he
’
s
on
earth
.
For
one
thing
,
he
’
s
afraid
he
’
ll
look
at
him
some
day
and
find
he
’
s
growed
hunchback
.
”
“
Colin
’
s
so
afraid
of
it
himself
that
he
won
’
t
sit
up
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
He
says
he
’
s
always
thinking
that
if
he
should
feel
a
lump
coming
he
should
go
crazy
and
scream
himself
to
death
.
”
“
Eh
!
he
oughtn
’
t
to
lie
there
thinkin
’
things
like
that
,
”
said
Dickon
.
“
No
lad
could
get
well
as
thought
them
sort
o
’
things
.
”
The
fox
was
lying
on
the
grass
close
by
him
,
looking
up
to
ask
for
a
pat
now
and
then
,
and
Dickon
bent
down
and
rubbed
his
neck
softly
and
thought
a
few
minutes
in
silence
.
Presently
he
lifted
his
head
and
looked
round
the
garden
.
