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Dr
.
Craven
felt
rather
alarmed
.
If
this
tiresome
hysterical
boy
should
chance
to
get
well
he
himself
would
lose
all
chance
of
inheriting
Misselthwaite
;
but
he
was
not
an
unscrupulous
man
,
though
he
was
a
weak
one
,
and
he
did
not
intend
to
let
him
run
into
actual
danger
.
“
He
must
be
a
strong
boy
and
a
steady
boy
,
”
he
said
.
“
And
I
must
know
something
about
him
.
Who
is
he
?
What
is
his
name
?
”
“
It
’
s
Dickon
,
”
Mary
spoke
up
suddenly
.
She
felt
somehow
that
everybody
who
knew
the
moor
must
know
Dickon
.
And
she
was
right
,
too
.
She
saw
that
in
a
moment
Dr
.
Craven
’
s
serious
face
relaxed
into
a
relieved
smile
.
“
Oh
,
Dickon
,
”
he
said
.
“
If
it
is
Dickon
you
will
be
safe
enough
.
He
’
s
as
strong
as
a
moor
pony
,
is
Dickon
.
”
“
And
he
’
s
trusty
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
He
’
s
th
’
trustiest
lad
i
’
Yorkshire
.
”
She
had
been
talking
Yorkshire
to
Colin
and
she
forgot
herself
.
“
Did
Dickon
teach
you
that
?
”
asked
Dr
.
Craven
,
laughing
outright
.
“
I
’
m
learning
it
as
if
it
was
French
,
”
said
Mary
rather
coldly
.
“
It
’
s
like
a
native
dialect
in
India
.
Very
clever
people
try
to
learn
them
.
I
like
it
and
so
does
Colin
.
”
“
Well
,
well
,
”
he
said
.
“
If
it
amuses
you
perhaps
it
won
’
t
do
you
any
harm
.
Did
you
take
your
bromide
last
night
,
Colin
?
”
“
No
,
”
Colin
answered
.
“
I
wouldn
’
t
take
it
at
first
and
after
Mary
made
me
quiet
she
talked
me
to
sleep
—
in
a
low
voice
—
about
the
spring
creeping
into
a
garden
.
”
