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V. The Cry In The Corridor
Itmustmeanthathollowshudderingsortofroarwhichrushedroundandroundthehouseasifthegiantnoonecouldseewerebuffetingitandbeatingatthewallsandwindowstotrytobreakin.Butoneknewhecouldnotgetin,andsomehowitmadeonefeelverysafeandwarminsidearoomwitharedcoalfire.
“Butwhydidhehateitso?”sheasked,aftershehadlistened.SheintendedtoknowifMarthadid.
ThenMarthagaveupherstoreofknowledge.
“Mind,”shesaid,“Mrs.Medlocksaidit’snottobetalkedabout.There’slotso’thingsinthisplacethat’snottobetalkedover.That’sMr.Craven’sorders.Histroublesarenoneservants’business,hesays.Butforth’gardenhewouldn’tbelikeheis.ItwasMrs.Craven’sgardenthatshehadmadewhenfirsttheyweremarriedan’shejustlovedit,an’theyusedto’tendtheflowersthemselves.An’noneo’th’gardenerswaseverlettogoin.Himan’herusedtogoinan’shutth’dooran’staytherehoursan’hours,readin’andtalkin’.An’shewasjustabitofagirlan’therewasanoldtreewithabranchbentlikeaseatonit.An’shemaderosesgrowoveritan’sheusedtositthere.Butonedaywhenshewassittin’thereth’branchbrokean’shefellonth’groundan’washurtsobadthatnextdayshedied.Th’doctorsthoughthe’dgoouto’hismindan’die,too.That’swhyhehatesit.Noone’snevergoneinsince,an’hewon’tletanyonetalkaboutit.”
Marydidnotaskanymorequestions.Shelookedattheredfireandlistenedtothewind“wutherin’.
