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Mary
wondered
if
she
was
in
a
real
place
or
if
she
had
fallen
asleep
again
and
was
dreaming
without
knowing
it
.
The
boy
had
a
sharp
,
delicate
face
the
color
of
ivory
and
he
seemed
to
have
eyes
too
big
for
it
.
He
had
also
a
lot
of
hair
which
tumbled
over
his
forehead
in
heavy
locks
and
made
his
thin
face
seem
smaller
.
He
looked
like
a
boy
who
had
been
ill
,
but
he
was
crying
more
as
if
he
were
tired
and
cross
than
as
if
he
were
in
pain
.
Mary
stood
near
the
door
with
her
candle
in
her
hand
,
holding
her
breath
.
Then
she
crept
across
the
room
,
and
,
as
she
drew
nearer
,
the
light
attracted
the
boy
’
s
attention
and
he
turned
his
head
on
his
pillow
and
stared
at
her
,
his
gray
eyes
opening
so
wide
that
they
seemed
immense
.
“
Who
are
you
?
”
he
said
at
last
in
a
half
-
frightened
whisper
.
“
Are
you
a
ghost
?
”
“
No
,
I
am
not
,
”
Mary
answered
,
her
own
whisper
sounding
half
frightened
.
“
Are
you
one
?
”
He
stared
and
stared
and
stared
.
Mary
could
not
help
noticing
what
strange
eyes
he
had
.
They
were
agate
gray
and
they
looked
too
big
for
his
face
because
they
had
black
lashes
all
round
them
.
“
No
,
”
he
replied
after
waiting
a
moment
or
so
.
“
I
am
Colin
.
”
“
Who
is
Colin
?
”
she
faltered
.
“
I
am
Colin
Craven
.
Who
are
you
?
”
