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III. Across The Moor
Medlock,speakingwithaYorkshireaccentherselfandjerkingherheadoverhershouldertowardMary.“How’sthyMissus?”
“Wellenow.Th’carriageiswaitin’outsideforthee.”
Abroughamstoodontheroadbeforethelittleoutsideplatform.Marysawthatitwasasmartcarriageandthatitwasasmartfootmanwhohelpedherin.Hislongwaterproofcoatandthewaterproofcoveringofhishatwereshininganddrippingwithrainaseverythingwas,theburlystation-masterincluded.
Whenheshutthedoor,mountedtheboxwiththecoachman,andtheydroveoff,thelittlegirlfoundherselfseatedinacomfortablycushionedcorner,butshewasnotinclinedtogotosleepagain.Shesatandlookedoutofthewindow,curioustoseesomethingoftheroadoverwhichshewasbeingdriventothequeerplaceMrs.Medlockhadspokenof.Shewasnotatallatimidchildandshewasnotexactlyfrightened,butshefeltthattherewasnoknowingwhatmighthappeninahousewithahundredroomsnearlyallshutup—ahousestandingontheedgeofamoor.
“Whatisamoor?”shesaidsuddenlytoMrs.Medlock.
“Lookoutofthewindowinabouttenminutesandyou’llsee,”thewomananswered.“We’vegottodrivefivemilesacrossMisselMoorbeforewegettotheManor.Youwon’tseemuchbecauseit’sadarknight,butyoucanseesomething.”
Maryaskednomorequestionsbutwaitedinthedarknessofhercorner,keepinghereyesonthewindow.Thecarriagelampscastraysoflightalittledistanceaheadofthemandshecaughtglimpsesofthethingstheypassed.
