The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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questions an' she didn't know what to say."
Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened her and about the faint far-off sounds of the complain­ing voice which had led her down the dark cor­ridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four-posted bed in the corner. When she described the small ivory-white face and the strange black-rimmed eyes Dickon shook his head.
" Them's just like his mother's eyes, only hers was always laughin', they say," he said. " They say as Mr. Craven can't bear to see him when he's awake an' it's because his eyes is so like his moth­er's an' yet looks so different in his miserable bit of a face."
" Do you think he wants him to die? " whis­pered Mary.
" No, but he wishes he'd never been born. Mother she says that's th' worst thing on earth for a child. Them as is not wanted scarce ever thrives. Mester Craven he'd buy anythin' as money could buy for th' poor lad but he'd like to forget as he's on earth. For one thing, he's afraid he'll look at him some day and find he's growed hunchback."
" Colin's so afraid of it himself that he won't sit up," said Mary. " He says he's always think-