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再后来，玛丽认识了奴婢马莎的兄弟狄克en，多个听懂动物的讲话和他们交换的人。在知更鸟的指点下，他们发现了被Mr. Craven封锁的绝密花园。他们播种，浇水，渴望春天看看满花盛开。玛丽后来在夜间听到了一个男孩的哭声，循其声，发现了同等和早已的他相同孤独叛逆暴个性的表哥，Mr. Craven的孙子Colin。他和父亲一样驼背，不恐怕行动，甚至觉得自个儿活相当短了。因阿妈在生他的时候与世长辞了，他阿爹平素不去看她，因为怕想起他阿妈。
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Chapter 1 Little Miss Mary
Nobody seemed to care about Mary. She was born in India, where her father was a British official. He was busy with his work and her mother who was very beautiful spend all her time going to parties. So an Indian women, Kamala, was paid to take care of the little girl. Mary was not a pretty child. She had a thin angry face and thin yellow hair. She was always giving orders to Kamala, who had to obey. Mary never thought of other people but only of herself. In fact, she was a very selfish, disagreeable
and bad-tempered little girl.
One very hot morning, when she was about
nine years old, she woke up and saw that instead of Kamala there was a different Indian servant by her bed. “What are you doing here?” she asked crossly. “Go away! And sent Kamala to me at once!” The woman looked afraid. “I’m sorry. Miss
she-she-she can’t come!” Something strange was happening that day. Some of the house servants were missing and everybody looked frightened. But nobody told Mary anything, and Kamala still did not come. So at last Mary went out into the garden and play by herself under the tree. She pretended she was making her own flower garden, and picked large red flowers to push into the ground. All the time she was saying crossly to herself. “I hate Kamala! I’ll hit her when she comes back!
Just then she saw her mother come into the garden with a young Englishman. They did not notice the child, who listened to their conversation.
“It’s very bad, is it?” her mother asked the young man in a worried voice.
“Very bad,” he answered seriously. “People are dying like flies. It’s dangerous to stay in this town.” “You should go to the hills, where there’s no disease.”
“Oh, I know! “she cried. “We must leave soon!”
Suddenly they heard loud cries coming from the servants’ room, at the side of the house. “What’s happened?” cried Mary’s mother wildly.
“I think one of your servants has just died.”
“You didn’t tell me the disease is here, in your house!”
“I didn’t know!” she screamed. “Quick, come with me!” And together they ran into the house.
Now Mary understood what was wrong. The terrible disease had already killed many people in the town, and in all the houses, people were dying. In Marry’s house, it was Kamala who had just died. Later that day 3 more servants died there. All through the night and the next day, people ran in and out of the house, shouting and crying.
Nobody thought of Mary. She hid in her bedroom, frightened by the strange and terrible sounds that she heard around her. Sometimes she cried and sometimes she slept. When she woke the next day, the house was silent. “Perhaps the disease has gone,” she thought, “And everybody is well again.” I wonder who will take care of me instead of Kamala. Why doesn’t someone bring me some food? It’s strange the house is so quiet.
But just then she heard men’s voices in the hall.
“How sad!” said one. “That beautiful woman!” “There was a child too, wasn’t there?” said the other. “Although none of us ever saw her.” Mary was standing in the middle of her room when they opened the door a few minutes later. The two men jumped back in a surprise. “My name is Mary Lennox,” she said crossly. “I was asleep when everyone else was ill, and now I’m hungry.”
“It’s the child, the one nobody ever saw!” said the older man to the other. “They’ve all forgotten her!”
“Why was I forgotten?” asked Mary angrily. “Why has nobody come to take care of me?”
The younger man looked at her very sadly. “Poor child!” he said. “You see, there’s nobody left alive in the house. So nobody can come.”
In this strange and sudden way Mary learnt that both her mother and her father had died. The few servants who had not died had run away in the night. No one had remembered little Miss Mary. She was all alone.
Because she had never known her parents well, she did not miss them at all. She only thought of herself, as she had always done.
“Wheere will I live?” she wondered. “I hope I’ll stay with people who’ll let me do what I want.”
At first she was taken to an English family who had known her parents. She hated their untidy house and noisy children and preferred playing by herself in the garden. One day, she was playing her favorite game, pretending to make a garden, when one of the children, Basil offered to help. “Go away!” cried Mary. “I don’t want your help.” For a moment, Basil looked angry and then he began to laugh. He dance round and round Mary, and sang a funny little song about Miss Mary and her stupid flowers. This made Mary very cross indeed. No one had ever laughed at her so unkindly. ”You’re going home soon,” said Basil. “And we’re all very pleased you’re leaving.”
“I’m pleased too,” replied Mary. “But where’s home?”
“You’re stupid if you don’t know that!” laughed Basil. “England, of course! You’re going to live with your uncle, Mr Archibald Graven.”
“I’ve never heard of him,” said Mary coldly.
“But I know about him because I heard father and mother talking,” said Basil. “He lives in a big lonely old house and has no friends because he’s so bad-tempered. He’s got a crooked back and he’s horrid!”
“I don’t believe you!” cried Mary.
But the next day Basil’s parents explained that she was going to live with her uncle in Yorkshire, in the north of England. Mary looked bored and cross and said nothing. After the long sea journey, she was met in London by Mr Craven’s housekeeper, Mrs Medlock. Together they travelled north by train. Mrs Medlock was a large woman, with a very red face and bright black eyes. Mary did not like her, but that was not surpring, because she did not usually like people. Mrs Medlock didn’t like Mary either. “What a disagreeable child!” thought the housekeeper. “But perhaps I should talk to her.”
“I can tell you a bit about your uncle if you like,” she said aloud. “He lives in a
big old house, a long way from anywhere. There are nearly a hundred rooms, but most of them are shut and locked. There’s a big park around the house, and all kinds of gardens. Well, what do you think of that?”
“Nothing!” replied Mary. “That doesn’t matter to me.”
Mrs. Medlock laughed, “You ha-ha little girl, well, if you don’t care, Mr. Craven doesn’t either. He never spends time on anyone. He’s got a crooked back. You see, and although he’s always been rich, he was never really happy until he married.”
“Married?” repeated Mary in surprise.
“Yes, he married a sweet pretty girl and he loved her deeply. So when she died,”
“Oh, did she die?” asked Mary, interested.
“Yes, she did. And now he doesn’t care about anybody. If he’s at home, he stays in his room and sees nobody. He won’t want to see you. So you must stay out of his way and do what you’re told.”
Mary stared out the train window at the grey sky and the rain. She was not looking forward to life at her uncle’s house. The train journey lasted all day and it was dark when they arrived at the station. Then there was a long drive to get to the house. It was a cold windy night and it was raining heavily. After a while, Mary began to hear a strange wild noise. She looked out of the window but could see nothing except the darkness.
“What’s that noise?” she asked Mrs. Medlock. “It’s-It’s not the sea, is it?”
“No, that’s the moor. It’s the sound the wind makes, blowing across the moor.”
“What is a moor?”
“It’s just miles and miles of wildland, with no trees or houses. Your uncle’s house is right on the edge of the moor.”
Mary listened to the strange frightening sound. “I don’t like it,” she thought. “I don’t like it.” She looked more disagreeable than ever.