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It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around, just as the sun does. I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in by one window or another. IT WAS MOONLIGHT THE MOON SHINES IN ALL AROUND JUST AS THE SUN DOES I HATE TO SEE IT SOMETIMES IT CREEPS SO SLOWLY AND ALWAYS COMES IN BY ONE WINDOW OR ANOTHER
s one comfort, the baby is well and happy, and does not have to occupy this nursery with the horrid wallpaper. If we had not used it that blessed child would have! What a fortunate escape! Why, I wouldn’t have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such a room for worlds. I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all. I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see. Of course I never mention it to them any more,—I am too wise,—but I keep watch of it all the same. There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day. It is always the same shape, only very numerous. And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don’t like it a bit. I wonder—I begin to think—I wish John would take me away from here! It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise, and because he loves me so. But I tried it last night. NCIES RUN AWAY WITH ME THERE'S ONE COMFORT THE BABY IS WELL AND HAPPY AND DOES NOT HAVE TO OCCUPY THIS NURSERY WITH THE HORRID WALL PAPER IF WE HAD NOT USED IT THAT BLESSED CHILD WOULD HAVE WHAT A FORTUNATE ESCAPE WHY I WOULDN'T HAVE A CHILD OF MINE AN IMPRESSIONABLE LITTLE THING LIVE IN SUCH A ROOM FOR WORLDS I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT BEFORE BUT IT IS LUCKY THAT JOHN KEPT ME HERE AFTER ALL I CAN STAND IT SO MUCH EASIER THAN A BABY YOU SEE OF COURSE I NEVER MENTION IT TO THEM ANY MORE I AM TOO WISE BUT I KEEP WATCH OF IT ALL THE SAME THERE ARE THINGS IN THAT PAPER THAT NOBODY KNOWS BUT ME OR EVER WILL BEHIND THAT OUTSIDE PATTERN THE DIM SHAPES GET CLEARER EVERY DAY IT IS ALWAYS THE SAME SHAPE ONLY VERY NUMEROUS AND IT IS LIKE A WOMAN STOOPING DOWN AND CREEPING ABOUT BEHIND THAT PATTERN I DON'T LIKE IT A BIT I WONDER I BEGIN TO THINK I WISH JOHN WOULD TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE IT IS SO HARD TO TALK WITH JOHN OUT MY CASE BECAUSE HE IS SO WISE AND BECAUSE HE LOVES ME SO BUT I TRIED IT LAST NIGHT
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