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of his family had done before him。 all this was too deeply known to require thought。 he could take it for granted。 like his trees； he was rooted to angelfield。
what were his feelings that day； when he went into his garden and found it ravaged？ great gashes in the sides of the yews； exposing the brown wood of their hearts。 the mop…heads decapitated； their spherical tops lying at their feet。 the perfect balance of the pyramids now lopsided； the cones hacked about； the top hats chopped into and left in tatters。 he stared at the long branches； still green； still fresh； that were strewn on the lawn。 their slow shriveling； their curling desiccation； their dying was yet to e。
stunned； with a trembling that seemed to pass from his heart to his legs and into the ground beneath his feet； he tried to understand what had happened。 was it some bolt from the sky that had picked out his garden for destruction？ but what freak storm is it that strikes in silence？
no。 someone had done this。
turning a corner he found the proof： abandoned on the dewy grass； blades agape； the large shears and next to them the saw。
when he didn’t e in for lunch； the missus； worried； went to find him。 reaching the topiary garden she raised a hand to her mouth in horror； then； gripping her apron； walked on with a new urgency。
when she found him； she raised him from the ground。 he leaned heavily on her as she led him with tender care to the kitchen and sat him in a chair。 she made tea； sweet and hot； and he stared； unseeing； into space。 without a word； holding the cup to his lips； she tilted sips of the scalding liquid into his mouth。 at last his eyes sought hers； and when she saw the loss in them； she felt her own tears spring up。
‘oh dig！ i know。 i know。“
his hands grasped her shoulders and the shaking of his body was the shaking of her body。
the twins did not appear that afternoon； and the missus did not go to find them。 when they turned up in the evening； john was still in his chair； white and haggard。 he flinched at the sight of them。 curious and indifferent； their green eyes passed over his face just as they had passed over the drawing room clock。
before she put the twins to bed the missus dressed the cuts on their hands from the saw and the shears。 “don’t touch the things in john’s shed；” she grumbled。 “they’re sharp； they’ll hurt you。”
and then； still not expecting to be heeded； “why did you do it？ oh； why did you do it？ you have broken his heart。”
she felt the touch of a child’s hand on hers。 “missus sad；” the girl said。 it was emmeline。
startled； the missus blinked away the fog of her tears and stared。
the child spoke again。 “john…the…dig sad。”
‘yes；“ the missus whispered。 ”we are sad。“
the girl smiled。 it was a smile without malice。 without guilt。 it was simply a smile of satisfaction at having noted something and correctly identified it。 she had seen tears。 she had been puzzled。 but now she had found the answer to the puzzle。 it was sadness。
the missus closed the door and went downstairs。 this was a breakthrough。 it was munication； and it was the beginning； perhaps； of something greater than that。 was it possible that one day the girl might understand？
she opened the door to the kitchen and went in to rejoin john in his despair。
that night i had a dream。
walking in miss winter’s garden； i met my sister。
radiant； she unfolded her vast golden wings； as though to embrace me； and i was filled with joy。 but when i approached i saw her eyes were blind and she could not see me。 then despair filled my heart。
waking； i curled into a ball until the stinging heat on my torso had subsided。
merrily and the perambulatormiss winter’s house was so isolated； and the life of its inhabitants so solitary； that i was surprised during my first week there to hear a vehicle arriving on the gravel at the front of the house。 peering from the library window； i saw the door of a large black car swing open and caught a glimpse of a tall； dark…haired man。 he disappeared into the porch and i heard the brief ring of the bell。
i saw him again the next day。 i was in the garden； perhaps ten feet from the front porch； when i heard the crackle of tires on gravel。 i stood still； retreated inside myself。 to anyone who took the trouble to look； i was plainly visible； but when people are expecting to see nothing； that is usually what they see。 the man did not see me。
his face was grave。 the heavy line of his brow cast his eyes into shadow； while the rest of his face was distinguished by a numb stillness。 he reached into his car for his case； slammed the door and went up the steps to ring the bell。
i heard the door open。 neither he nor judith spoke a word； and he disappeared inside the house。
later that day； miss winter told me the story of merrily and the perambulator。
as the twins grew older； they explored farther and farther afield and soon knew all the farms and all the gardens on the estate。 they had no sense of boundaries； no understanding of property； and so they went where they wished
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DR。 AND MRS。 MAUDSLEY
（／小｜说｜网）
on my last day miss winter told me about dr。 and mrs。 maudsley。
leaving gates open and wandering into other people’s houses was one thing； walking off with a baby in its pram was quite another。 the fact that the baby； when it was found； was discovered to be none the worse for its temporary disappearance was beside the point。 things had got out of hand； action was called for。
the villagers didn’t feel able to approach charlie directly about it。 they understood that things were strange at the house； and they were half afraid to go there。 whether it was charlie or isabelle or the ghost that encouraged them to keep their distance is hard to say。 instead； they approached dr。 maudsley。 this was not the doctor whose failure to arrive promptly may or may not have caused the death in childbirth of isabelle’s mother； but a new man who had served the village for eight or nine years at this time。
dr。 maudsley was not young； yet though he was in his middle forties he gave the impression of youth。 he was not tall； nor really very muscular； but he had