The secret garden

CHAPTER VTHE CRY IN THE CORRIDORA T first each day which passed by for Mary Len-** nox was exactly like the others. Everymorning she awoke in her tapestried room andfound Martha kneeling upon the hearth buildingtier fire; every morning she ate her breakfast inthe nursery which had nothing amusing in it; andafter each breakfast she gazed out of the windowacross to the huge moor which seemed to spreadout on all sides and climb up to the sky, and aftershe had stared for a while she realized that if shedid not go out she would have to stay in and donothing and so she went out. She did not knowthat this was the best thing she could have done,and she did not know that, when she began towalk quickly or even run along the paths and downthe avenue, she was stirring her slow blood andmaking herself stronger by fighting with the windwhich swept down from the moor. She ran onlyto make herself warm, and she hated the windwhich rushed at her face and roared and held herback as if it were some giant she could not see.55