Таинственный сад
III. Across The Moor
Aftertheyhadleftthestationtheyhaddriventhroughatinyvillageandshehadseenwhitewashedcottagesandthelightsofapublichouse.Thentheyhadpassedachurchandavicarageandalittleshop-windoworsoinacottagewithtoysandsweetsandoddthingssetoutforsale.Thentheywereonthehighroadandshesawhedgesandtrees.Afterthatthereseemednothingdifferentforalongtime—oratleastitseemedalongtimetoher.
Atlastthehorsesbegantogomoreslowly,asiftheywereclimbingup-hill,andpresentlythereseemedtobenomorehedgesandnomoretrees.Shecouldseenothing,infact,butadensedarknessoneitherside.Sheleanedforwardandpressedherfaceagainstthewindowjustasthecarriagegaveabigjolt.
“Eh!We’reonthemoornowsureenough,”saidMrs.Medlock.
Thecarriagelampsshedayellowlightonarough-lookingroadwhichseemedtobecutthroughbushesandlow-growingthingswhichendedinthegreatexpanseofdarkapparentlyspreadoutbeforeandaroundthem.Awindwasrisingandmakingasingular,wild,low,rushingsound.
“It’s—it’snotthesea,isit?”saidMary,lookingroundathercompanion.
“No,notit,”answeredMrs.Medlock.“Noritisn’tfieldsnormountains,it’sjustmilesandmilesandmilesofwildlandthatnothinggrowsonbutheatherandgorseandbroom,andnothinglivesonbutwildponiesandsheep.”
“Ifeelasifitmightbethesea,iftherewerewateronit,”saidMary.“Itsoundsliketheseajustnow.”
“That’sthewindblowingthroughthebushes,”Mrs.Medlocksaid.
