There was ten year ago, he mumbled.
I should like to see them, said Mary. Where is the green door? There
must be a door somewhere.
Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked
when she first saw him.
There was ten year ago, but there isn t now, he said.
No door! cried Mary. There must be.
None as anyone can find, an none as is anyone s business. Don t you
be a meddlesome wench an poke your nose where it s no cause to go.
Here, I must go on with my work. Get you gone an play you. I ve no
more time.
And he actually stopped digging, threw his spade over his shoulder and
walked off, without even glancing at her or saying good-by.
CHAPTER V
THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR
At first each day which passed by for Mary Lennox was exactly like the
others. Every morning she awoke in her tapestried room and found Martha
kneeling upon the hearth building her fire; every morning she ate her
breakfast in the nursery which had nothing amusing in it; and after
each breakfast she gazed out of the window across to the huge moor
which seemed to spread out on all sides and climb up to the sky, and
after she had stared for a while she realized that if she did not go
out she would have to stay in and do nothing and so she went out. She
did not know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she
did not know that, when she began to walk quickly or even run along the
paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making
herself stronger by fighting with the wind which swept down from the
moor. She ran only to make herself warm, and she hated the wind which
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