The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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sour and old-fashioned that the nurse turned her head aside to hide the twitching of her mouth. There was just a minute's silence, for even Colin tried to hold his breath while Mary looked up and down his spine, and down and up, as intently as if she had been the great doctor from Lon­don.
"There's not a single lump there!" she said at last. " There's not a lump as big as a pin — except backbone lumps, and you can only feel them because you're thin. I've got backbone lumps my­self, and they used to stick out as much as yours do, until I began to get fatter, and I am not fat enough yet to hide them. There's not a lump as big as a pin! If you ever say there is again, I shall laugh!"
No one but Colin himself knew what effect those crossly spoken childish words had on him. If he had ever had any one to talk to about his secret terrors — if he had ever dared to let him­self ask questions — if he had had childish com­panions and had not lain on his back in the huge closed house, breathing an atmosphere heavy with the fears of people who were most of them igno­rant and tired of him, he would have found out that most of his fright and illness was created by him­self. But he had lain and thought of himself and his aches and weariness for hours and days and