1 She went to the bed and bent over her.
2 Mary sat up in bed and felt miserable and angry.
3 She put her foot out of bed and stood on the floor.
4 I'll help thee on with thy clothes if tha'll get out o bed.
5 She came close to the bed and he put out his hand and touched her.
6 Mary put down her candle on the table near the bed and sat down on the cushioned stool.
7 He was lying flat on his back in bed and he did not turn his head toward her as she came in.
8 Two days after this, when Mary opened her eyes she sat upright in bed immediately, and called to Martha.
9 "You are a sly young one to listen and get out of your bed to go following things up like you did that night," Mrs. Medlock said once.
10 The wine made her so sleepy that she could scarcely keep her eyes open and she lay down on her bed and knew nothing more for a long time.
11 She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees.
12 The sun was pouring in slanting rays through the blinds and there was something so joyous in the sight of it that she jumped out of bed and ran to the window.
13 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.
14 There was a low fire glowing faintly on the hearth and a night light burning by the side of a carved four-posted bed hung with brocade, and on the bed was lying a boy, crying fretfully.
15 Somehow she was sorry for him and did not want him to lie awake, so she leaned against the bed and began to stroke and pat his hand and sing a very low little chanting song in Hindustani.
16 It was bare of flowers because the perennial plants had been cut down for their winter rest, but there were tall shrubs and low ones which grew together at the back of the bed, and as the robin hopped about under them she saw him hop over a small pile of freshly turned up earth.
17 Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened her and about the faint far-off sounds of the complaining voice which had led her down the dark corridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four-posted bed in the corner.
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