Таинственный сад
X. Dickon
“Eh-h-h!”hesaid,drawinghisexclamationoutslowly,andthewayhediditmeantbothwonderandsympathy.
“I’venothingtodo,”saidMary.“Nothingbelongstome.IfounditmyselfandIgotintoitmyself.Iwasonlyjustliketherobin,andtheywouldn’ttakeitfromtherobin.”
“Whereisit?”askedDickoninadroppedvoice.
MistressMarygotupfromthelogatonce.Sheknewshefeltcontraryagain,andobstinate,andshedidnotcareatall.ShewasimperiousandIndian,andatthesametimehotandsorrowful.
“ComewithmeandI’llshowyou,”shesaid.
Sheledhimroundthelaurelpathandtothewalkwheretheivygrewsothickly.Dickonfollowedherwithaqueer,almostpitying,lookonhisface.Hefeltasifhewerebeingledtolookatsomestrangebird’snestandmustmovesoftly.Whenshesteppedtothewallandliftedthehangingivyhestarted.TherewasadoorandMarypusheditslowlyopenandtheypassedintogether,andthenMarystoodandwavedherhandrounddefiantly.
“It’sthis,”shesaid.“It’sasecretgarden,andI’mtheonlyoneintheworldwhowantsittobealive.”
Dickonlookedroundandroundaboutit,androundandroundagain.
“Eh!”healmostwhispered,“itisaqueer,prettyplace!It’slikeasifabodywasinadream.”