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Many
things
happened
during
the
hours
in
which
she
slept
so
heavily
,
but
she
was
not
disturbed
by
the
wails
and
the
sound
of
things
being
carried
in
and
out
of
the
bungalow
.
When
she
awakened
she
lay
and
stared
at
the
wall
.
The
house
was
perfectly
still
.
She
had
never
known
it
to
be
so
silent
before
.
She
heard
neither
voices
nor
footsteps
,
and
wondered
if
everybody
had
got
well
of
the
cholera
and
all
the
trouble
was
over
.
She
wondered
also
who
would
take
care
of
her
now
her
Ayah
was
dead
.
There
would
be
a
new
Ayah
,
and
perhaps
she
would
know
some
new
stories
.
Mary
had
been
rather
tired
of
the
old
ones
.
She
did
not
cry
because
her
nurse
had
died
.
She
was
not
an
affectionate
child
and
had
never
cared
much
for
anyone
.
The
noise
and
hurrying
about
and
wailing
over
the
cholera
had
frightened
her
,
and
she
had
been
angry
because
no
one
seemed
to
remember
that
she
was
alive
.
Everyone
was
too
panic
-
stricken
to
think
of
a
little
girl
no
one
was
fond
of
.
When
people
had
the
cholera
it
seemed
that
they
remembered
nothing
but
themselves
.
But
if
everyone
had
got
well
again
,
surely
someone
would
remember
and
come
to
look
for
her
.
But
no
one
came
,
and
as
she
lay
waiting
the
house
seemed
to
grow
more
and
more
silent
.
She
heard
something
rustling
on
the
matting
and
when
she
looked
down
she
saw
a
little
snake
gliding
along
and
watching
her
with
eyes
like
jewels
.
She
was
not
frightened
,
because
he
was
a
harmless
little
thing
who
would
not
hurt
her
and
he
seemed
in
a
hurry
to
get
out
of
the
room
.
He
slipped
under
the
door
as
she
watched
him
.
“
How
queer
and
quiet
it
is
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
sounds
as
if
there
were
no
one
in
the
bungalow
but
me
and
the
snake
.
”
Almost
the
next
minute
she
heard
footsteps
in
the
compound
,
and
then
on
the
veranda
.
They
were
men
’
s
footsteps
,
and
the
men
entered
the
bungalow
and
talked
in
low
voices
.
No
one
went
to
meet
or
speak
to
them
and
they
seemed
to
open
doors
and
look
into
rooms
.
“
What
desolation
!
”
she
heard
one
voice
say
.
“
That
pretty
,
pretty
woman
!
I
suppose
the
child
,
too
.
I
heard
there
was
a
child
,
though
no
one
ever
saw
her
.
”
Mary
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
nursery
when
they
opened
the
door
a
few
minutes
later
.
She
looked
an
ugly
,
cross
little
thing
and
was
frowning
because
she
was
beginning
to
be
hungry
and
feel
disgracefully
neglected
.
The
first
man
who
came
in
was
a
large
officer
she
had
once
seen
talking
to
her
father
.
He
looked
tired
and
troubled
,
but
when
he
saw
her
he
was
so
startled
that
he
almost
jumped
back
.
“
Barney
!
”
he
cried
out
.
“
There
is
a
child
here
!
A
child
alone
!
In
a
place
like
this
!
Mercy
on
us
,
who
is
she
!
”
“
I
am
Mary
Lennox
,
”
the
little
girl
said
,
drawing
herself
up
stiffly
.
She
thought
the
man
was
very
rude
to
call
her
father
’
s
bungalow
“
A
place
like
this
!
”
“
I
fell
asleep
when
everyone
had
the
cholera
and
I
have
only
just
wakened
up
.
Why
does
nobody
come
?
”
