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XIII. “I Am Colin”
Downthispassageandthentotheleft,andthenuptwobroadsteps,andthentotherightagain.Yes,therewasthetapestrydoor.
Shepusheditopenverygentlyandcloseditbehindher,andshestoodinthecorridorandcouldhearthecryingquiteplainly,thoughitwasnotloud.Itwasontheothersideofthewallatherleftandafewyardsfartherontherewasadoor.Shecouldseeaglimmeroflightcomingfrombeneathit.TheSomeonewascryinginthatroom,anditwasquiteayoungSomeone.
Soshewalkedtothedoorandpusheditopen,andthereshewasstandingintheroom!
Itwasabigroomwithancient,handsomefurnitureinit.Therewasalowfireglowingfaintlyonthehearthandanightlightburningbythesideofacarvedfour-postedbedhungwithbrocade,andonthebedwaslyingaboy,cryingfretfully.
Marywonderedifshewasinarealplaceorifshehadfallenasleepagainandwasdreamingwithoutknowingit.
Theboyhadasharp,delicatefacethecolorofivoryandheseemedtohaveeyestoobigforit.Hehadalsoalotofhairwhichtumbledoverhisforeheadinheavylocksandmadehisthinfaceseemsmaller.Helookedlikeaboywhohadbeenill,buthewascryingmoreasifheweretiredandcrossthanasifhewereinpain.
Marystoodnearthedoorwithhercandleinherhand,holdingherbreath.Thenshecreptacrosstheroom,and,asshedrewnearer,thelightattractedtheboy’sattentionandheturnedhisheadonhispillowandstaredather,hisgrayeyesopeningsowidethattheyseemedimmense.
“Whoareyou?”hesaidatlastinahalf-frightenedwhisper.
