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XIX. “It Has Come!”
Medlock,muchpleased.“SometimesI’vesaidtoher,‘Eh!Susan,ifyouwasadifferentwomanan’didn’ttalksuchbroadYorkshireI’veseenthetimeswhenIshouldhavesaidyouwasclever.’”
ThatnightColinsleptwithoutonceawakeningandwhenheopenedhiseyesinthemorninghelaystillandsmiledwithoutknowingit—smiledbecausehefeltsocuriouslycomfortable.Itwasactuallynicetobeawake,andheturnedoverandstretchedhislimbsluxuriously.Hefeltasiftightstringswhichhadheldhimhadloosenedthemselvesandlethimgo.HedidnotknowthatDr.Cravenwouldhavesaidthathisnerveshadrelaxedandrestedthemselves.Insteadoflyingandstaringatthewallandwishinghehadnotawakened,hismindwasfulloftheplansheandMaryhadmadeyesterday,ofpicturesofthegardenandofDickonandhiswildcreatures.Itwassonicetohavethingstothinkabout.AndhehadnotbeenawakemorethantenminuteswhenheheardfeetrunningalongthecorridorandMarywasatthedoor.Thenextminuteshewasintheroomandhadrunacrosstohisbed,bringingwithherawaftoffreshairfullofthescentofthemorning.
“You’vebeenout!You’vebeenout!There’sthatnicesmellofleaves!”hecried.
Shehadbeenrunningandherhairwaslooseandblownandshewasbrightwiththeairandpink-cheeked,thoughhecouldnotseeit.
“It’ssobeautiful!”shesaid,alittlebreathlesswithherspeed.“Youneversawanythingsobeautiful!Ithascome!Ithoughtithadcomethatothermorning,butitwasonlycoming.
