The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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156           THE SECRET GARDEN
She pushed it open very gently and closed it be­hind her, and she stood in the corridor and could hear the crying quite plainly, though it was not loud. It was on the other side of the wall at her left and a few yards farther on there was a door. She could see a glimmer of light coming from beneath it. The Someone was crying in that room, and it was quite a young Someone.
So she walked to the door and pushed it open, and there she was standing in the room!
It was a big room with ancient, handsome fur­niture in it. There was a low fire glowing faintly on the hearth and a night light burning by the side of a carved four-posted bed hung with bro­cade, and on the bed was lying a boy, crying fret­fully.
Mary wondered if she was in a real place or if she had fallen asleep again and was dreaming without knowing it.
The boy had a sharp, delicate face the color of ivory and he seemed to have eyes too big for it. He had also a lot of hair which tumbled over his forehead in heavy locks and made his thin face seem smaller. He looked like a boy who had been ill, but he was crying more as if he were tired and cross than as if he were in pain.
Mary stood near the door with her candle in her hand, holding her breath. Then she crept