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There
were
greenhouses
,
too
,
but
they
are
all
broken
now
.
There
was
some
legal
trouble
,
I
believe
,
something
about
the
heirs
and
coheirs
;
anyhow
,
the
place
has
been
empty
for
years
.
That
spoils
my
ghostliness
,
I
am
afraid
,
but
I
do
n't
care
--
there
is
something
strange
about
the
house
--
I
can
feel
it
.
I
even
said
so
to
John
one
moonlight
evening
,
but
he
said
what
I
felt
was
a
DRAUGHT
,
and
shut
the
window
.
I
get
unreasonably
angry
with
John
sometimes
.
I
'm
sure
I
never
used
to
be
so
sensitive
.
I
think
it
is
due
to
this
nervous
condition
.
But
John
says
if
I
feel
so
,
I
shall
neglect
proper
self-control
;
so
I
take
pains
to
control
myself
--
before
him
,
at
least
,
and
that
makes
me
very
tired
.
I
do
n't
like
our
room
a
bit
.
I
wanted
one
downstairs
that
opened
on
the
piazza
and
had
roses
all
over
the
window
,
and
such
pretty
old-fashioned
chintz
hangings
!
but
John
would
not
hear
of
it
.
He
said
there
was
only
one
window
and
not
room
for
two
beds
,
and
no
near
room
for
him
if
he
took
another
.
He
is
very
careful
and
loving
,
and
hardly
lets
me
stir
without
special
direction
.
I
have
a
schedule
prescription
for
each
hour
in
the
day
;
he
takes
all
care
from
me
,
and
so
I
feel
basely
ungrateful
not
to
value
it
more
.
