changed. He was remembering the dream -- the
real -- real dream.

"In the garden!" he said, wondering at himself.
"In the garden! But the door is locked
and the key is buried deep."

When he glanced at the letters a few minutes
later he saw that the one lying at the top of the rest
was an English letter and came from Yorkshire.
It was directed in a plain woman's hand but it
was not a hand he knew. He opened it, scarcely
thinking of the writer, but the first words attracted
his attention at once.

"Dear Sir:

"I am Susan Sowerby that made bold to speak to you
once on the moor. It was about Miss Mary I spoke. I
will make bold to speak again. Please, sir, I would come
home if I was you. I think you would be glad to come
and -- if you will excuse me, sir -- I think your lady
would ask you to come if she was here.

/tab\/tab\"Your obedient servant,
/tab\/tab\/tab\"Susan Sowerby"

Mr. Craven read the letter twice before he
put it back in its envelope. He kept thinking
about the dream.

"I will go back to Misselthwaite," he said.
"Yes, I'll go at once."

And he went through the garden to the villa

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