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III. Across The Moor
“It’sawild,drearyenoughplacetomymind,thoughthere’splentythatlikesit—particularlywhentheheather’sinbloom.”
Onandontheydrovethroughthedarkness,andthoughtherainstopped,thewindrushedbyandwhistledandmadestrangesounds.Theroadwentupanddown,andseveraltimesthecarriagepassedoveralittlebridgebeneathwhichwaterrushedveryfastwithagreatdealofnoise.Maryfeltasifthedrivewouldnevercometoanendandthatthewide,bleakmoorwasawideexpanseofblackoceanthroughwhichshewaspassingonastripofdryland.
“Idon’tlikeit,”shesaidtoherself.“Idon’tlikeit,”andshepinchedherthinlipsmoretightlytogether.
Thehorseswereclimbingupahillypieceofroadwhenshefirstcaughtsightofalight.Mrs.Medlocksawitassoonasshedidanddrewalongsighofrelief.
“Eh,Iamgladtoseethatbito’lighttwinkling,”sheexclaimed.“It’sthelightinthelodgewindow.Weshallgetagoodcupofteaafterabit,atallevents.”
Itwas“afterabit,”asshesaid,forwhenthecarriagepassedthroughtheparkgatestherewasstilltwomilesofavenuetodrivethroughandthetrees(whichnearlymetoverhead)madeitseemasiftheyweredrivingthroughalongdarkvault.
Theydroveoutofthevaultintoaclearspaceandstoppedbeforeanimmenselylongbutlow-builthousewhichseemedtorambleroundastonecourt.AtfirstMarythoughtthattherewerenolightsatallinthewindows,butasshegotoutofthecarriageshesawthatoneroominacornerupstairsshowedadullglow
