Perhaps the fact that she was in a rebellious mood made her bold. It seemed even stranger than the secret garden and the buried key. She felt as if she must find out what it was. She listened for a few minutes and each minute she became more and more sure. The door of her room was ajar and the sound came down the corridor, a far-off faint sound of fretful crying. “It isn’t the wind now,” she said in a loud whisper. She had been lying awake turning from side to side for about an hour, when suddenly something made her sit up in bed and turn her head toward the door listening. “It sounds just like a person lost on the moor and wandering on and on crying,” she said. How it “wuthered” and how the big raindrops poured down and beat against the pane! If she had felt happy it would probably have lulled her to sleep. The mournful sound kept her awake because she felt mournful herself. She did not cry, but she lay and hated the sound of the heavily beating rain, she hated the wind and its “wuthering.” She could not go to sleep again. She threw herself back on her pillow and buried her face. “It came because it knew I did not want it.” “The rain is as contrary as I ever was,” she said. Mary sat up in bed and felt miserable and angry. It was pouring down in torrents and the wind was “wuthering” round the corners and in the chimneys of the huge old house. She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain beating with heavy drops against her window. ![]() She hoped he would come back the very next day and she fell asleep looking forward to the morning.īut you never know what the weather will do in Yorkshire, particularly in the springtime. Oh, how she did like that queer, common boy! Her garden was her nest and she was like a missel thrush. He had meant that she might be sure he would keep her secret. Then Mary knew Dickon had meant the picture to be a message. That there’s a picture of a missel thrush on her nest, as large as life an’ twice as natural.” “I never knew our Dickon was as clever as that. Mary took the picture back to the house when she went to her supper and she showed it to Martha. ![]() You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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