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”
And
she
took
her
by
the
arm
and
half
pushed
,
half
pulled
her
up
one
passage
and
down
another
until
she
pushed
her
in
at
the
door
of
her
own
room
.
“
Now
,
”
she
said
,
“
you
stay
where
you
’
re
told
to
stay
or
you
’
ll
find
yourself
locked
up
.
The
master
had
better
get
you
a
governess
,
same
as
he
said
he
would
.
You
’
re
one
that
needs
someone
to
look
sharp
after
you
.
I
’
ve
got
enough
to
do
.
”
She
went
out
of
the
room
and
slammed
the
door
after
her
,
and
Mary
went
and
sat
on
the
hearth
-
rug
,
pale
with
rage
.
She
did
not
cry
,
but
ground
her
teeth
.
“
There
was
someone
crying
—
there
was
—
there
was
!
”
she
said
to
herself
.
She
had
heard
it
twice
now
,
and
sometime
she
would
find
out
.
She
had
found
out
a
great
deal
this
morning
.
She
felt
as
if
she
had
been
on
a
long
journey
,
and
at
any
rate
she
had
had
something
to
amuse
her
all
the
time
,
and
she
had
played
with
the
ivory
elephants
and
had
seen
the
gray
mouse
and
its
babies
in
their
nest
in
the
velvet
cushion
.
Two
days
after
this
,
when
Mary
opened
her
eyes
she
sat
upright
in
bed
immediately
,
and
called
to
Martha
.
“
Look
at
the
moor
!
Look
at
the
moor
!
”
The
rainstorm
had
ended
and
the
gray
mist
and
clouds
had
been
swept
away
in
the
night
by
the
wind
.
The
wind
itself
had
ceased
and
a
brilliant
,
deep
blue
sky
arched
high
over
the
moorland
.
Never
,
never
had
Mary
dreamed
of
a
sky
so
blue
.
In
India
skies
were
hot
and
blazing
;
this
was
of
a
deep
cool
blue
which
almost
seemed
to
sparkle
like
the
waters
of
some
lovely
bottomless
lake
,
and
here
and
there
,
high
,
high
in
the
arched
blueness
floated
small
clouds
of
snow
-
white
fleece
.
The
far
-
reaching
world
of
the
moor
itself
looked
softly
blue
instead
of
gloomy
purple
-
black
or
awful
dreary
gray
.
“
Aye
,
”
said
Martha
with
a
cheerful
grin
.
“
Th
’
storm
’
s
over
for
a
bit
.
It
does
like
this
at
this
time
o
’
th
’
year
.
It
goes
off
in
a
night
like
it
was
pretendin
’
it
had
never
been
here
an
’
never
meant
to
come
again
.
That
’
s
because
th
’
springtime
’
s
on
its
way
.
It
’
s
a
long
way
off
yet
,
but
it
’
s
comin
’
.
”
