The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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356           THE SECRET GARDEN
traveled about, darkness so brooded over him that the sight of him was a wrong done to other people because it was as if he poisoned the air about him with gloom. Most strangers thought he must be either half mad or a man with some hidden crime on his soul. He was a tall man with a drawn face and crooked shoulders and the name he always en­tered on hotel registers was, " Archibald Craven, Misselthwaite Manor, Yorkshire, England."
He had traveled far and wide since the day he saw Mistress Mary in his study and told her she might have her " bit of earth." He had been in the most beautiful places in Europe, though he had remained nowhere more than a few days. He had chosen the quietest and remotest spots. He had been on the tops of mountains whose heads were in the clouds and had looked down on other moun­tains when the sun rose and touched them with such light as made it seem as if the world were just being born.
But the light had never seemed to touch him­self until one day when he realized that for the first time in ten years a strange thing had hap­pened. He was in a wonderful valley in the Aus­trian Tyrol and he had been walking alone through such beauty as might have lifted any man's soul out of shadow. He had walked a long way and it had not lifted his. But at last he had felt tired