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Ben
Weatherstaff
took
up
his
spade
again
and
began
to
dig
.
“
There
was
ten
year
’
ago
,
”
he
mumbled
.
“
I
should
like
to
see
them
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
Where
is
the
green
door
?
There
must
be
a
door
somewhere
.
”
Ben
drove
his
spade
deep
and
looked
as
uncompanionable
as
he
had
looked
when
she
first
saw
him
.
“
There
was
ten
year
’
ago
,
but
there
isn
’
t
now
,
”
he
said
.
“
No
door
!
”
cried
Mary
.
“
There
must
be
.
”
“
None
as
anyone
can
find
,
an
’
none
as
is
anyone
’
s
business
.
Don
’
t
you
be
a
meddlesome
wench
an
’
poke
your
nose
where
it
’
s
no
cause
to
go
.
Here
,
I
must
go
on
with
my
work
.
Get
you
gone
an
’
play
you
.
I
’
ve
no
more
time
.
”
And
he
actually
stopped
digging
,
threw
his
spade
over
his
shoulder
and
walked
off
,
without
even
glancing
at
her
or
saying
good
-
by
.
At
first
each
day
which
passed
by
for
Mary
Lennox
was
exactly
like
the
others
.
Every
morning
she
awoke
in
her
tapestried
room
and
found
Martha
kneeling
upon
the
hearth
building
her
fire
;
every
morning
she
ate
her
breakfast
in
the
nursery
which
had
nothing
amusing
in
it
;
and
after
each
breakfast
she
gazed
out
of
the
window
across
to
the
huge
moor
which
seemed
to
spread
out
on
all
sides
and
climb
up
to
the
sky
,
and
after
she
had
stared
for
a
while
she
realized
that
if
she
did
not
go
out
she
would
have
to
stay
in
and
do
nothing
—
and
so
she
went
out
.
She
did
not
know
that
this
was
the
best
thing
she
could
have
done
,
and
she
did
not
know
that
,
when
she
began
to
walk
quickly
or
even
run
along
the
paths
and
down
the
avenue
,
she
was
stirring
her
slow
blood
and
making
herself
stronger
by
fighting
with
the
wind
which
swept
down
from
the
moor
.
She
ran
only
to
make
herself
warm
,
and
she
hated
the
wind
which
rushed
at
her
face
and
roared
and
held
her
back
as
if
it
were
some
giant
she
could
not
see
.
But
the
big
breaths
of
rough
fresh
air
blown
over
the
heather
filled
her
lungs
with
something
which
was
good
for
her
whole
thin
body
and
whipped
some
red
color
into
her
cheeks
and
brightened
her
dull
eyes
when
she
did
not
know
anything
about
it
.
But
after
a
few
days
spent
almost
entirely
out
of
doors
she
wakened
one
morning
knowing
what
it
was
to
be
hungry
,
and
when
she
sat
down
to
her
breakfast
she
did
not
glance
disdainfully
at
her
porridge
and
push
it
away
,
but
took
up
her
spoon
and
began
to
eat
it
and
went
on
eating
it
until
her
bowl
was
empty
.
