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“
But
listen
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
It
’
s
in
the
house
—
down
one
of
those
long
corridors
.
”
And
at
that
very
moment
a
door
must
have
been
opened
somewhere
downstairs
;
for
a
great
rushing
draft
blew
along
the
passage
and
the
door
of
the
room
they
sat
in
was
blown
open
with
a
crash
,
and
as
they
both
jumped
to
their
feet
the
light
was
blown
out
and
the
crying
sound
was
swept
down
the
far
corridor
so
that
it
was
to
be
heard
more
plainly
than
ever
.
“
There
!
”
said
Mary
“
I
told
you
so
!
It
is
someone
crying
—
and
it
isn
’
t
a
grown
-
up
person
.
”
Martha
ran
and
shut
the
door
and
turned
the
key
,
but
before
she
did
it
they
both
heard
the
sound
of
a
door
in
some
far
passage
shutting
with
a
bang
,
and
then
everything
was
quiet
,
for
even
the
wind
ceased
“
wutherin
’
”
for
a
few
moments
.
“
It
was
th
’
wind
,
”
said
Martha
stubbornly
.
“
An
’
if
it
wasn
’
t
,
it
was
little
Betty
Butterworth
,
th
’
scullery
-
maid
.
She
’
s
had
th
’
toothache
all
day
.
”
But
something
troubled
and
awkward
in
her
manner
made
Mistress
Mary
stare
very
hard
at
her
.
She
did
not
believe
she
was
speaking
the
truth
.
The
next
day
the
rain
poured
down
in
torrents
again
,
and
when
Mary
looked
out
of
her
window
the
moor
was
almost
hidden
by
gray
mist
and
cloud
.
There
could
be
no
going
out
today
.
“
What
do
you
do
in
your
cottage
when
it
rains
like
this
?
”
she
asked
Martha
.
“
Try
to
keep
from
under
each
other
’
s
feet
mostly
,
”
Martha
answered
.
“
Eh
!
there
does
seem
a
lot
of
us
then
.
Mother
’
s
a
good
-
tempered
woman
but
she
gets
fair
moithered
.
The
biggest
ones
goes
out
in
th
’
cow
-
shed
and
plays
there
.
Dickon
he
doesn
’
t
mind
th
’
wet
.
He
goes
out
just
th
’
same
as
if
th
’
sun
was
shinin
’
.
He
says
he
sees
things
on
rainy
days
as
doesn
’
t
show
when
it
’
s
fair
weather
.
He
once
found
a
little
fox
cub
half
drowned
in
its
hole
and
he
brought
it
home
in
th
’
bosom
of
his
shirt
to
keep
it
warm
.
Its
mother
had
been
killed
nearby
an
’
th
’
hole
was
swum
out
an
’
th
’
rest
o
’
th
’
litter
was
dead
.
He
’
s
got
it
at
home
now
.
He
found
a
half
-
drowned
young
crow
another
time
an
’
he
brought
it
home
,
too
,
an
’
tamed
it
.
It
’
s
named
Soot
because
it
’
s
so
black
,
an
’
it
hops
an
’
flies
about
with
him
everywhere
.
”
