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Mary
went
back
to
her
room
not
feeling
at
all
as
she
had
felt
when
she
had
come
in
from
the
garden
.
She
was
cross
and
disappointed
but
not
at
all
sorry
for
Colin
.
She
had
looked
forward
to
telling
him
a
great
many
things
and
she
had
meant
to
try
to
make
up
her
mind
whether
it
would
be
safe
to
trust
him
with
the
great
secret
.
She
had
been
beginning
to
think
it
would
be
,
but
now
she
had
changed
her
mind
entirely
.
She
would
never
tell
him
and
he
could
stay
in
his
room
and
never
get
any
fresh
air
and
die
if
he
liked
!
It
would
serve
him
right
!
She
felt
so
sour
and
unrelenting
that
for
a
few
minutes
she
almost
forgot
about
Dickon
and
the
green
veil
creeping
over
the
world
and
the
soft
wind
blowing
down
from
the
moor
.
Martha
was
waiting
for
her
and
the
trouble
in
her
face
had
been
temporarily
replaced
by
interest
and
curiosity
.
There
was
a
wooden
box
on
the
table
and
its
cover
had
been
removed
and
revealed
that
it
was
full
of
neat
packages
.
“
Mr
.
Craven
sent
it
to
you
,
”
said
Martha
.
“
It
looks
as
if
it
had
picture
-
books
in
it
.
”
Mary
remembered
what
he
had
asked
her
the
day
she
had
gone
to
his
room
.
“
Do
you
want
anything
—
dolls
—
toys
—
books
?
”
She
opened
the
package
wondering
if
he
had
sent
a
doll
,
and
also
wondering
what
she
should
do
with
it
if
he
had
.
But
he
had
not
sent
one
.
There
were
several
beautiful
books
such
as
Colin
had
,
and
two
of
them
were
about
gardens
and
were
full
of
pictures
.
There
were
two
or
three
games
and
there
was
a
beautiful
little
writing
-
case
with
a
gold
monogram
on
it
and
a
gold
pen
and
inkstand
.
Everything
was
so
nice
that
her
pleasure
began
to
crowd
her
anger
out
of
her
mind
.
She
had
not
expected
him
to
remember
her
at
all
and
her
hard
little
heart
grew
quite
warm
.
“
I
can
write
better
than
I
can
print
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
the
first
thing
I
shall
write
with
that
pen
will
be
a
letter
to
tell
him
I
am
much
obliged
”
If
she
had
been
friends
with
Colin
she
would
have
run
to
show
him
her
presents
at
once
,
and
they
would
have
looked
at
the
pictures
and
read
some
of
the
gardening
books
and
perhaps
tried
playing
the
games
,
and
he
would
have
enjoyed
himself
so
much
he
would
never
once
have
thought
he
was
going
to
die
or
have
put
his
hand
on
his
spine
to
see
if
there
was
a
lump
coming
.
He
had
a
way
of
doing
that
which
she
could
not
bear
.
It
gave
her
an
uncomfortable
frightened
feeling
because
he
always
looked
so
frightened
himself
.
He
said
that
if
he
felt
even
quite
a
little
lump
some
day
he
should
know
his
hunch
had
begun
to
grow
.
Something
he
had
heard
Mrs
.
Medlock
whispering
to
the
nurse
had
given
him
the
idea
and
he
had
thought
over
it
in
secret
until
it
was
quite
firmly
fixed
in
his
mind
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
had
said
his
father
’
s
back
had
begun
to
show
its
crookedness
in
that
way
when
he
was
a
child
.
He
had
never
told
anyone
but
Mary
that
most
of
his
“
tantrums
”
as
they
called
them
grew
out
of
his
hysterical
hidden
fear
.
Mary
had
been
sorry
for
him
when
he
had
told
her
.
“
He
always
began
to
think
about
it
when
he
was
cross
or
tired
,
”
she
said
to
herself
.
“
And
he
has
been
cross
today
.
Perhaps
—
perhaps
he
has
been
thinking
about
it
all
afternoon
.
”
