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V. The Cry In The Corridor
Nowshewasontheothersideoftheorchardandstandinginthepathoutsideawall—muchlowerdown—andtherewasthesametreeinside.
“It’sinthegardennoonecangointo,”shesaidtoherself.“It’sthegardenwithoutadoor.Helivesinthere.HowIwishIcouldseewhatitislike!”
Sheranupthewalktothegreendoorshehadenteredthefirstmorning.Thensherandownthepaththroughtheotherdoorandthenintotheorchard,andwhenshestoodandlookeduptherewasthetreeontheothersideofthewall,andtherewastherobinjustfinishinghissongandbeginningtopreenhisfeatherswithhisbeak.
“Itisthegarden,”shesaid.“Iamsureitis.”
Shewalkedroundandlookedcloselyatthatsideoftheorchardwall,butsheonlyfoundwhatshehadfoundbefore—thattherewasnodoorinit.Thensheranthroughthekitchen-gardensagainandoutintothewalkoutsidethelongivy-coveredwall,andshewalkedtotheendofitandlookedatit,buttherewasnodoor;andthenshewalkedtotheotherend,lookingagain,buttherewasnodoor.
“It’sveryqueer,”shesaid.“BenWeatherstaffsaidtherewasnodoorandthereisnodoor.Buttheremusthavebeenonetenyearsago,becauseMr.Cravenburiedthekey.”
ThisgavehersomuchtothinkofthatshebegantobequiteinterestedandfeelthatshewasnotsorrythatshehadcometoMisselthwaiteManor.InIndiashehadalwaysfelthotandtoolanguidtocaremuchaboutanything.Thefactwasthatthefreshwindfromthemoorhadbeguntoblowthecobwebsoutofheryoungbrainandtowakenherupalittle.
