Maryalwayshadonethingincommonwiththeleavesonthepinetree...theybothmovedwherethewindwantedthemto—adjustinghersittingpositiononthewoodenseat，whichseemedtobejustintherightplaceatthecorneroftheyardfarawayandhiddenfromthejudgementaleyesoftheoccupantsoftheten-bedroommansion.Thegrandsplendorofthehousecouldntbedenied，built-indetailsmanyyearsbackbythefirstlordsofScotland，thepioneerswhosecontributionstothegrowthofthenationswealthastheyestablishedstrongtraderelationshipswiththeBritishempireinthe1700s，conqueringgoldminesintheEasternlandsoftheArabicnations.TheWinstonshaveheldtheirown.Maryranherhandsthroughherfadedcottongown，whichusedtobeavibrantyellow，nowonlyashadowofitself...howcouldshehavethebloodoftheWinstons?asoftsighescapedherthinpalelipsthatlookedcrackedanddry.Maryknewheronlyredeemingfeaturewasherbigbabyblueeyes，astoldtoherbyMichael，thesonofthegardenerwhowasonlytenyearsofage.Peoplemightfinditfunnythatshebelievedachild，buttherewasnotimeshecouldrememberMichaeltellingalie.Thelittleladwasalwayshonesttoafaultwhichlandedhimintroublemosttimes.Atleasthehadhisfather，whowasthegardenerandmother，theheadcooktoshowerhimwithlove;sheneverhadthat.ShewasborntoaprostitutemotherwhosethereyesontheWinstonheir20yearsago，leadingtoherbeingbornoutofwedlock.Hermother，whosenameshewouldinsteadnotremember，triedtogetherhandsonfortuneusingherasapawn，butshehadbittenmorethanshecouldchew.Wordwasshewasstrangledwhileentertainingacustomerwhowasrelativelyunknownaroundthearea.Herdeathhasbeencoveredupasasuicide.Maryneverknewhermothertheonlymemoryshehasofherwasthehate-filledgazethatchilledhertotheboneanytimeshestumbleduponherintot Mary，Michael