1 He spoke to her of his own accord.
2 "I've got some of my own," said Martha.
3 He was very much pleased to see gardening begun on his own estate.
4 It was one of Mary's own little clearings round the pale green points.
5 Mary had never possessed an animal pet of her own and had always thought she should like one.
6 At length she went to her own special walk and made up her mind to try if she could skip the whole length of it.
7 He moved quite close to the bush with the slow movement Mary had noticed before, and then he made a sound almost like the robin's own twitter.
8 And she took her by the arm and half pushed, half pulled her up one passage and down another until she pushed her in at the door of her own room.
9 But she was inside the wonderful garden and she could come through the door under the ivy any time and she felt as if she had found a world all her own.
10 She was very much absorbed in her own little boy and girl, and was rather glad to hand the child over to the woman Mr. Archibald Craven sent to meet her, in London.
11 What she thought was that she would like to know if she was going to nice people, who would be polite to her and give her her own way as her Ayah and the other native servants had done.
12 Martha had "buttoned up" her little sisters and brothers but she had never seen a child who stood still and waited for another person to do things for her as if she had neither hands nor feet of her own.
13 It seemed as if there was no one in all the huge rambling house but her own small self, wandering about upstairs and down, through narrow passages and wide ones, where it seemed to her that no one but herself had ever walked.
14 Two or three times she lost her way by turning down the wrong corridor and was obliged to ramble up and down until she found the right one; but at last she reached her own floor again, though she was some distance from her own room and did not know exactly where she was.
15 Besides that, if she liked it she could go into it every day and shut the door behind her, and she could make up some play of her own and play it quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would think the door was still locked and the key buried in the earth.
16 In the evening they had all sat round the fire, and Martha and her mother had sewed patches on torn clothes and mended stockings and Martha had told them about the little girl who had come from India and who had been waited on all her life by what Martha called "blacks" until she didn't know how to put on her own stockings.
17 She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.
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