1 Martha began to rub her grate again.
2 Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.
3 For a moment Basil looked angry, and then he began to tease.
4 She did not say any more for a few moments and then she began again.
5 But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen to something else.
6 Mary lay and watched her for a few moments and then began to look about the room.
7 Mary began to laugh, and as he hopped and took little flights along the wall she ran after him.
8 He began to dig again, driving his spade deep into the rich black garden soil while the robin hopped about very busily employed.
9 At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees.
10 This gave her so much to think of that she began to be quite interested and feel that she was not sorry that she had come to Misselthwaite Manor.
11 She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything; and at last she got tired of watching her and began to talk in a brisk, hard voice.
12 At first she was not at all interested, but gradually, as the girl rattled on in her good-tempered, homely way, Mary began to notice what she was saying.
13 She was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last she wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the veranda.
14 So she began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she had never before been interested in any one but herself, it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment.
15 "I shall not want to go poking about," said sour little Mary and just as suddenly as she had begun to be rather sorry for Mr. Archibald Craven she began to cease to be sorry and to think he was unpleasant enough to deserve all that had happened to him.
16 She did not know that this was the best thing she could have done, and she did not know that, when she began to walk quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger by fighting with the wind which swept down from the moor.
17 But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened one morning knowing what it was to be hungry, and when she sat down to her breakfast she did not glance disdainfully at her porridge and push it away, but took up her spoon and began to eat it and went on eating it until her bowl was empty.
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