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Jul. 26th, 2005 08:44 pmMary walked round and round the gardens and wandered about the paths in the park . . .
one place she went to oftener than to any other. It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls round them. There were bare flowerbeds on either side of it and against the walls ivy grew thickly. There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark green leaves were more busy than elsewhere . . .
"It's the garden without a door," she said to herself.
She walked round and looked closely at that side of the orchard wall, but she only found what she had found before - that there was no door in it. Then she ran through the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walk outside of the long ivy-covered wall, and she walked to the end of it and looked at it, but there was no door; and then she walked to the other end, looking again, but there was no door.
Mary had a great deal to think about, now, and she did not want to go inside just yet, so on impulse she went back to the door that led to the greenhouse. It had been locked since the last time she went through, and would not open; but now, when she ran back to try the door, it opened, and Mary found herself in the greenhouse again. Quickly, now she knew the way, she ran through.
one place she went to oftener than to any other. It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls round them. There were bare flowerbeds on either side of it and against the walls ivy grew thickly. There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark green leaves were more busy than elsewhere . . .
"It's the garden without a door," she said to herself.
She walked round and looked closely at that side of the orchard wall, but she only found what she had found before - that there was no door in it. Then she ran through the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walk outside of the long ivy-covered wall, and she walked to the end of it and looked at it, but there was no door; and then she walked to the other end, looking again, but there was no door.
Mary had a great deal to think about, now, and she did not want to go inside just yet, so on impulse she went back to the door that led to the greenhouse. It had been locked since the last time she went through, and would not open; but now, when she ran back to try the door, it opened, and Mary found herself in the greenhouse again. Quickly, now she knew the way, she ran through.
