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“
It
sounds
just
like
a
person
lost
on
the
moor
and
wandering
on
and
on
crying
,
”
she
said
.
She
had
been
lying
awake
turning
from
side
to
side
for
about
an
hour
,
when
suddenly
something
made
her
sit
up
in
bed
and
turn
her
head
toward
the
door
listening
.
She
listened
and
she
listened
.
“
It
isn
’
t
the
wind
now
,
”
she
said
in
a
loud
whisper
.
“
That
isn
’
t
the
wind
.
It
is
different
.
It
is
that
crying
I
heard
before
.
”
The
door
of
her
room
was
ajar
and
the
sound
came
down
the
corridor
,
a
far
-
off
faint
sound
of
fretful
crying
.
She
listened
for
a
few
minutes
and
each
minute
she
became
more
and
more
sure
.
She
felt
as
if
she
must
find
out
what
it
was
.
It
seemed
even
stranger
than
the
secret
garden
and
the
buried
key
.
Perhaps
the
fact
that
she
was
in
a
rebellious
mood
made
her
bold
.
She
put
her
foot
out
of
bed
and
stood
on
the
floor
.
“
I
am
going
to
find
out
what
it
is
,
”
she
said
.
“
Everybody
is
in
bed
and
I
don
’
t
care
about
Mrs
.
Medlock
—
I
don
’
t
care
!
”
There
was
a
candle
by
her
bedside
and
she
took
it
up
and
went
softly
out
of
the
room
.
The
corridor
looked
very
long
and
dark
,
but
she
was
too
excited
to
mind
that
.
She
thought
she
remembered
the
corners
she
must
turn
to
find
the
short
corridor
with
the
door
covered
with
tapestry
—
the
one
Mrs
.
Medlock
had
come
through
the
day
she
lost
herself
.
The
sound
had
come
up
that
passage
.
So
she
went
on
with
her
dim
light
,
almost
feeling
her
way
,
her
heart
beating
so
loud
that
she
fancied
she
could
hear
it
.
The
far
-
off
faint
crying
went
on
and
led
her
.
Sometimes
it
stopped
for
a
moment
or
so
and
then
began
again
.
Was
this
the
right
corner
to
turn
?
She
stopped
and
thought
.
Yes
it
was
.
Down
this
passage
and
then
to
the
left
,
and
then
up
two
broad
steps
,
and
then
to
the
right
again
.
Yes
,
there
was
the
tapestry
door
.
She
pushed
it
open
very
gently
and
closed
it
behind
her
,
and
she
stood
in
the
corridor
and
could
hear
the
crying
quite
plainly
,
though
it
was
not
loud
.
It
was
on
the
other
side
of
the
wall
at
her
left
and
a
few
yards
farther
on
there
was
a
door
.
She
could
see
a
glimmer
of
light
coming
from
beneath
it
.
The
Someone
was
crying
in
that
room
,
and
it
was
quite
a
young
Someone
.
So
she
walked
to
the
door
and
pushed
it
open
,
and
there
she
was
standing
in
the
room
!
It
was
a
big
room
with
ancient
,
handsome
furniture
in
it
.
There
was
a
low
fire
glowing
faintly
on
the
hearth
and
a
night
light
burning
by
the
side
of
a
carved
four
-
posted
bed
hung
with
brocade
,
and
on
the
bed
was
lying
a
boy
,
crying
fretfully
.
