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“
If
they
wouldn
’
t
be
so
frightened
I
would
take
them
back
with
me
,
”
said
Mary
.
She
had
wandered
about
long
enough
to
feel
too
tired
to
wander
any
farther
,
and
she
turned
back
.
Two
or
three
times
she
lost
her
way
by
turning
down
the
wrong
corridor
and
was
obliged
to
ramble
up
and
down
until
she
found
the
right
one
;
but
at
last
she
reached
her
own
floor
again
,
though
she
was
some
distance
from
her
own
room
and
did
not
know
exactly
where
she
was
.
“
I
believe
I
have
taken
a
wrong
turning
again
,
”
she
said
,
standing
still
at
what
seemed
the
end
of
a
short
passage
with
tapestry
on
the
wall
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
which
way
to
go
.
How
still
everything
is
!
”
It
was
while
she
was
standing
here
and
just
after
she
had
said
this
that
the
stillness
was
broken
by
a
sound
.
It
was
another
cry
,
but
not
quite
like
the
one
she
had
heard
last
night
;
it
was
only
a
short
one
,
a
fretful
childish
whine
muffled
by
passing
through
walls
.
“
It
’
s
nearer
than
it
was
,
”
said
Mary
,
her
heart
beating
rather
faster
.
“
And
it
is
crying
.
”
She
put
her
hand
accidentally
upon
the
tapestry
near
her
,
and
then
sprang
back
,
feeling
quite
startled
.
The
tapestry
was
the
covering
of
a
door
which
fell
open
and
showed
her
that
there
was
another
part
of
the
corridor
behind
it
,
and
Mrs
.
Medlock
was
coming
up
it
with
her
bunch
of
keys
in
her
hand
and
a
very
cross
look
on
her
face
.
“
What
are
you
doing
here
?
”
she
said
,
and
she
took
Mary
by
the
arm
and
pulled
her
away
.
“
What
did
I
tell
you
?
”
“
I
turned
round
the
wrong
corner
,
”
explained
Mary
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
which
way
to
go
and
I
heard
someone
crying
.
”
She
quite
hated
Mrs
.
Medlock
at
the
moment
,
but
she
hated
her
more
the
next
.
“
You
didn
’
t
hear
anything
of
the
sort
,
”
said
the
housekeeper
.
“
You
come
along
back
to
your
own
nursery
or
I
’
ll
box
your
ears
