In the middle of the night Mary woke up.
Heavy rain had started falling again and the, wind was blowing violently round. The walls of the old house.
Suddenly she heard crying again.
This time she decided to discover who it was.
She left her. Room and in, the darkness followed the, crying sound round corners and through doors up and, down stairs to the, other side. Of the big house.
.At last she found the right room.
She pushed the door open and went in.
It was a big room with beautiful old furniture. And pictures.
In the large bed was, a boy who looked tired and cross with a,,, thin white tearful face.
He stared at, Mary.
Who are you? He whispered.Are you a dream?
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