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V. The Cry In The Corridor
Shestayedoutofdoorsnearlyallday,andwhenshesatdowntohersupperatnightshefelthungryanddrowsyandcomfortable.ShedidnotfeelcrosswhenMarthachatteredaway.Shefeltasifsheratherlikedtohearher,andatlastshethoughtshewouldaskheraquestion.Sheaskeditaftershehadfinishedhersupperandhadsatdownonthehearth-rugbeforethefire.
“WhydidMr.Cravenhatethegarden?”shesaid.
ShehadmadeMarthastaywithherandMarthahadnotobjectedatall.Shewasveryyoung,andusedtoacrowdedcottagefullofbrothersandsisters,andshefounditdullinthegreatservants’halldownstairswherethefootmanandupper-housemaidsmadefunofherYorkshirespeechandlookeduponherasacommonlittlething,andsatandwhisperedamongthemselves.Marthalikedtotalk,andthestrangechildwhohadlivedinIndia,andbeenwaiteduponby“blacks,”wasnoveltyenoughtoattracther.
Shesatdownonthehearthherselfwithoutwaitingtobeasked.
“Arttha’thinkin’aboutthatgardenyet?”shesaid.“Iknewtha’would.ThatwasjustthewaywithmewhenIfirstheardaboutit.”
“Whydidhehateit?”Marypersisted.
Marthatuckedherfeetunderherandmadeherselfquitecomfortable.
“Listentoth’windwutherin’roundthehouse,”shesaid.“Youcouldbarestanduponthemoorifyouwasoutonittonight.”
Marydidnotknowwhat“wutherin’”meantuntilshelistened,andthensheunderstood.
