Таинственный сад

XIII. “I Am Colin”

           DidnooneevertellyouIhadcometolivehere?”

           Hewasstillfingeringthefoldofherwrapper,buthebegantolookalittlemoreasifhebelievedinherreality.

           “No,”heanswered.“Theydaren’t.”

           “Why?”askedMary.

           “BecauseIshouldhavebeenafraidyouwouldseeme.Iwon’tletpeopleseemeandtalkmeover.”

           “Why?”Maryaskedagain,feelingmoremystifiedeverymoment.

           “BecauseIamlikethisalways,illandhavingtoliedown.Myfatherwon’tletpeopletalkmeovereither.Theservantsarenotallowedtospeakaboutme.IfIliveImaybeahunchback,butIshan’tlive.MyfatherhatestothinkImaybelikehim.”

           “Oh,whataqueerhousethisis!”Marysaid.“Whataqueerhouse!Everythingisakindofsecret.Roomsarelockedupandgardensarelockedup—andyou!Haveyoubeenlockedup?”

           “No.IstayinthisroombecauseIdon’twanttobemovedoutofit.Ittiresmetoomuch.”

           “Doesyourfathercomeandseeyou?”Maryventured.

           “Sometimes.GenerallywhenIamasleep.Hedoesn’twanttoseeme.”

           “Why?”Marycouldnothelpaskingagain.

           Asortofangryshadowpassedovertheboy’sface.

           “MymotherdiedwhenIwasbornanditmakeshimwretchedtolookatme.HethinksIdon’tknow,butI’veheardpeopletalking.Healmosthatesme.”

           “Hehatesthegarden,becauseshedied,”saidMaryhalfspeakingtoherself.

           “Whatgarden?”theboyasked.

           “Oh!just—justagardensheusedtolike,”Marystammered.“Haveyoubeenherealways?”

           “Nearlyalways.

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