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Tonight, we'll read the next part to The Secret Garden, a novel by Francis Hodgson Burnett, published in 1911.

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In the last episode, Mary shares the full secret of The Garden with Colin that Dickin will come visit him tomorrow, that she has already been inside the garden itself, and that they will take him there as well.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

Dickin's moorland boots were thick and clumsy, and though he tried to walk quietly, they made a clumping sound as he walked through the long corridors.

Mary and Colin heard him marching, marching until he passed through the tapestry door onto the soft carpet of Colin's own passage.

Dickin came in smiling his nicest, wide smile. The newborn lamb was in his arms, and the little red fox trotted by his side.

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