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A crack of light split and opened between two panels, they slid back and between them the nurse came to him  the nurse with the ruff and the frilled cap and the kind, wrinkled face. A CRACK OF LIGHT SPLIT AND OPENED BETWEEN TWO PANELS THEY SLID BACK AND BETWEEN THEM THE NURSE CAME IN THE NURSE WITH THE RUFF AND THE FRILLED CAP AND THE KIND WRINKLED FACE
e. It had marble seats, balustrades, and the damp dews of autumn hung chill about its almost unleafed trees. "It might have been worse; it might have been a prison yard," he told himself. "Come, keep your heart up. Wherever I've come to it's an adventure." He turned back to the room and looked for his clothes. There were no clothes there. But the shirt he had on was like the shirt he had slept in at the beautiful house. He turned to open the door, and there was no door. All was dark, even panelling. He was not shut in a room but in a box. Nonsense, boxes did not have beds in them and windows. And then suddenly he was no longer the clever person who had managed everything so admirably--who was living two lives with such credit in both, who was managing a grown man for that grown man's good; but just a little boy rather badly frightened. The little shirt was the only thing that helped, and that only gave him the desperate courage to beat on the panels and shout, "Nurse! Nurse! Nurse----! AS NOT A GARDEN HE HAD EVER SEEN BEFORE IT HAD MARBLE SEATS BALUSTRADES AND THE DAMP DEWS OF AUTUMN HUNG CHILL ABOUT ITS ALMOST UNLEAFED TREES IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORSE IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A PRISON YARD HE TOLD HIMSELF COME KEEP YOUR HEART UP WHEREVER I'VE COME TO IT'S AN ADVENTURE HE TURNED BACK TO THE ROOM AND LOOKED FOR HIS CLOTHES THERE WERE NO CLOTHES THERE BUT THE SHIRT HE HAD ON WAS LIKE THE SHIRT HE HAD SLEPT IN AT THE BEAUTIFUL HOUSE HE TURNED TO OPEN THE DOOR BUT THERE WAS NO DOOR ALL WAS DARK EVEN PANELLING HE WAS NOT SHUT IN A ROOM BUT IN A BOX NONSENSE BOXES DID NOT HAVE BEDS IN THEM AND WINDOWS AND THEN SUDDENLY HE WAS NO LONGER THE CLEVER PERSON WHO HAD MANAGED EVERYTHING SO ADMIRABLY WHO WAS LIVING TWO LIVES WITH SUCH CREDIT IN BOTH WHO WAS MANAGING A GROWN MAN FOR THAT GROWN MAN'S GOOD BUT JUST A LITTLE BOY RATHER BADLY FRIGHTENED THE LITTLE SHIRT WAS THE ONLY THING THAT HELPED AND THAT ONLY GAVE HIM THE DESPERATE COURAGE TO BEAT ON THE PANELS AND SHOUT NURSE NURSE NURSE
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