"If I couldn't keep secrets from th' other lads, secrets about foxes' cubs, an' birds' nests, an' wild things' holes, there'd be naught safe on th' moor.

Aye, I can keep secrets." Mistress Mary did not mean to put out her hand and clutch his sleeve but she did it.
"I've stolen a garden," she said very fast.

"It isn't mine.

It isn't anybody's.

Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it.