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XIII. “I Am Colin”
“Areyouaghost?”
“No,Iamnot,”Maryanswered,herownwhispersoundinghalffrightened.“Areyouone?”
Hestaredandstaredandstared.Marycouldnothelpnoticingwhatstrangeeyeshehad.Theywereagategrayandtheylookedtoobigforhisfacebecausetheyhadblacklashesallroundthem.
“No,”herepliedafterwaitingamomentorso.“IamColin.”
“WhoisColin?”shefaltered.
“IamColinCraven.Whoareyou?”
“IamMaryLennox.Mr.Cravenismyuncle.”
“Heismyfather,”saidtheboy.
“Yourfather!”gaspedMary.“Nooneevertoldmehehadaboy!Whydidn’tthey?”
“Comehere,”hesaid,stillkeepinghisstrangeeyesfixedonherwithananxiousexpression.
Shecameclosetothebedandheputouthishandandtouchedher.
“Youarereal,aren’tyou?”hesaid.“Ihavesuchrealdreamsveryoften.Youmightbeoneofthem.”
Maryhadslippedonawoolenwrapperbeforesheleftherroomandsheputapieceofitbetweenhisfingers.
“Rubthatandseehowthickandwarmitis,”shesaid.“Iwillpinchyoualittleifyoulike,toshowyouhowrealIam.ForaminuteIthoughtyoumightbeadreamtoo.”
“Wheredidyoucomefrom?”heasked.
“Frommyownroom.ThewindwutheredsoIcouldn’tgotosleepandIheardsomeonecryingandwantedtofindoutwhoitwas.Whatwereyoucryingfor?”
“BecauseIcouldn’tgotosleepeitherandmyheadached.Tellmeyournameagain.”
“MaryLennox.
