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III. Across The Moor
Theentrancedoorwasahugeonemadeofmassive,curiouslyshapedpanelsofoakstuddedwithbigironnailsandboundwithgreatironbars.Itopenedintoanenormoushall,whichwassodimlylightedthatthefacesintheportraitsonthewallsandthefiguresinthesuitsofarmormadeMaryfeelthatshedidnotwanttolookatthem.Asshestoodonthestonefloorshelookedaverysmall,oddlittleblackfigure,andshefeltassmallandlostandoddasshelooked.
Aneat,thinoldmanstoodnearthemanservantwhoopenedthedoorforthem.
“Youaretotakehertoherroom,”hesaidinahuskyvoice.“Hedoesn’twanttoseeher.He’sgoingtoLondoninthemorning.”
“Verywell,Mr.Pitcher,”Mrs.Medlockanswered.“SolongasIknowwhat’sexpectedofme,Icanmanage.”
“What’sexpectedofyou,Mrs.Medlock,”Mr.Pitchersaid,“isthatyoumakesurethathe’snotdisturbedandthathedoesn’tseewhathedoesn’twanttosee.”
AndthenMaryLennoxwasledupabroadstaircaseanddownalongcorridorandupashortflightofstepsandthroughanothercorridorandanother,untiladooropenedinawallandshefoundherselfinaroomwithafireinitandasupperonatable.
Mrs.Medlocksaidunceremoniously:
“Well,hereyouare!Thisroomandthenextarewhereyou’lllive—andyoumustkeeptothem.Don’tyouforgetthat!”
ItwasinthiswayMistressMaryarrivedatMisselthwaiteManorandshehadperhapsneverfeltquitesocontraryinallherlife.
