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“
He
’
s
gone
,
”
she
said
woefully
.
“
Oh
!
was
he
—
was
he
—
was
he
only
a
wood
fairy
?
”
Something
white
fastened
to
the
standard
rose
-
bush
caught
her
eye
.
It
was
a
piece
of
paper
,
in
fact
,
it
was
a
piece
of
the
letter
she
had
printed
for
Martha
to
send
to
Dickon
.
It
was
fastened
on
the
bush
with
a
long
thorn
,
and
in
a
minute
she
knew
Dickon
had
left
it
there
.
There
were
some
roughly
printed
letters
on
it
and
a
sort
of
picture
.
At
first
she
could
not
tell
what
it
was
.
Then
she
saw
it
was
meant
for
a
nest
with
a
bird
sitting
on
it
.
Underneath
were
the
printed
letters
and
they
said
:
“
I
will
cum
bak
.
”
Mary
took
the
picture
back
to
the
house
when
she
went
to
her
supper
and
she
showed
it
to
Martha
.
“
Eh
!
”
said
Martha
with
great
pride
.
“
I
never
knew
our
Dickon
was
as
clever
as
that
.
That
there
’
s
a
picture
of
a
missel
thrush
on
her
nest
,
as
large
as
life
an
’
twice
as
natural
.
”
Then
Mary
knew
Dickon
had
meant
the
picture
to
be
a
message
.
He
had
meant
that
she
might
be
sure
he
would
keep
her
secret
.
Her
garden
was
her
nest
and
she
was
like
a
missel
thrush
.
Oh
,
how
she
did
like
that
queer
,
common
boy
!
She
hoped
he
would
come
back
the
very
next
day
and
she
fell
asleep
looking
forward
to
the
morning
.
But
you
never
know
what
the
weather
will
do
in
Yorkshire
,
particularly
in
the
springtime
.
She
was
awakened
in
the
night
by
the
sound
of
rain
beating
with
heavy
drops
against
her
window
.
It
was
pouring
down
in
torrents
and
the
wind
was
“
wuthering
”
round
the
corners
and
in
the
chimneys
of
the
huge
old
house
.
Mary
sat
up
in
bed
and
felt
miserable
and
angry
.
“
The
rain
is
as
contrary
as
I
ever
was
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
came
because
it
knew
I
did
not
want
it
.
”
She
threw
herself
back
on
her
pillow
and
buried
her
face
.
She
did
not
cry
,
but
she
lay
and
hated
the
sound
of
the
heavily
beating
rain
,
she
hated
the
wind
and
its
“
wuthering
.
”
She
could
not
go
to
sleep
again
.
The
mournful
sound
kept
her
awake
because
she
felt
mournful
herself
.
If
she
had
felt
happy
it
would
probably
have
lulled
her
to
sleep
.
How
it
“
wuthered
”
and
how
the
big
raindrops
poured
down
and
beat
against
the
pane
!
