1 "It's time for thee to get up now," she said.
2 That reminded Mary of the first time she had seen him.
3 This was one way of passing some of the time, at any rate.
4 It seemed as if for a long time that part had been neglected.
5 She stopped herself as if she had just remembered something in time.
6 The time had come when Mary had forgotten to resent Martha's familiar talk.
7 Well," said Martha, evidently not in the least aware that she was impudent, "it's time tha should learn.
8 She opened the door of the cabinet and stood on a footstool and played with these for quite a long time.
9 She stood at the window for about ten minutes this morning after Martha had swept up the hearth for the last time and gone downstairs.
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 Most of the time he goes away, and when he is at Misselthwaite he shuts himself up in the West Wing and won't let any one but Pitcher see him.
12 She slept a long time, and when she awakened Mrs. Medlock had bought a lunchbasket at one of the stations and they had some chicken and cold beef and bread and butter and some hot tea.
13 She felt as if she had been on a long journey, and at any rate she had had something to amuse her all the time, and she had played with the ivory elephants and had seen the gray mouse and its babies in their nest in the velvet cushion.
14 The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one.
15 She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one.
16 She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the time growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.
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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