Таинственный сад
XIX. “It Has Come!”
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“Well,well,”hesaid.“Ifitamusesyouperhapsitwon’tdoyouanyharm.Didyoutakeyourbromidelastnight,Colin?”
“No,”Colinanswered.“Iwouldn’ttakeitatfirstandafterMarymademequietshetalkedmetosleep—inalowvoice—aboutthespringcreepingintoagarden.”
“Thatsoundssoothing,”saidDr.Craven,moreperplexedthaneverandglancingsidewaysatMistressMarysittingonherstoolandlookingdownsilentlyatthecarpet.“Youareevidentlybetter,butyoumustremember—”
“Idon’twanttoremember,”interruptedtheRajah,appearingagain.“WhenIliebymyselfandrememberIbegintohavepainseverywhereandIthinkofthingsthatmakemebegintoscreambecauseIhatethemso.IftherewasadoctoranywherewhocouldmakeyouforgetyouwereillinsteadofrememberingitIwouldhavehimbroughthere.”Andhewavedathinhandwhichoughtreallytohavebeencoveredwithroyalsignetringsmadeofrubies.“Itisbecausemycousinmakesmeforgetthatshemakesmebetter.”
Dr.Cravenhadnevermadesuchashortstayaftera“tantrum”;usuallyhewasobligedtoremainaverylongtimeanddoagreatmanythings.Thisafternoonhedidnotgiveanymedicineorleaveanynewordersandhewassparedanydisagreeablescenes.WhenhewentdownstairshelookedverythoughtfulandwhenhetalkedtoMrs.Medlockinthelibraryshefeltthathewasamuchpuzzledman.
“Well,sir,”sheventured,“couldyouhavebelievedit?”
“Itiscertainlyanewstateofaffairs,”saidthedoctor.“Andthere’snodenyingitisbetterthantheoldone.
