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she began to cease to be sorry

don’t go wandering and poking about.

rain should have begun to pour down in gray slanting lines and splash and stream down the window-panes.

and he’d have walked the world over to get her a blade o’ grass

What you’re to be kept at Misselthwaite Manor for I don’t know

branches trailing to the ground-some

a grand big place in a gloomy way

looked rather discomfited by her apparent indifference

about anything in particular. Certainly

(Marred is a Yorkshire word and means spoiled and pettish.)