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158 THE SECRET GARDEN
Mary had slipped on a woolen wrapper before she left her room and she put a piece of it between his fingers.
" Rub that and see how thick and warm it is," she said. " I will pinch you a little if you like, to show you how real I am. For a minute I thought you might be a dream too."
" Where did you come from? " he asked.
" From my own room. The wind wuthered so I couldn't go to sleep and I heard some one crying and wanted to find out who it was. What were you crying for? "
" Because I couldn't go to sleep either and my head ached. Tell me your name again."
u Mary Lennox. Did no one ever tell you I had come to live here? "
He was still fingering the fold of her wrapper, but he began to look a little more as if he believed in her reality.
" No," he answered. " They daren't."
" Why? "asked Mary.
" Because I should have been afraid you would see me. I won't let people see me and talk me over."
11 Why? " Mary asked again, feeling more mystified every moment.
" Because I am like this always, ill and having to lie down. My father won't let people talk me |
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