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“
His
parrot
.
.
.
is
dead
.
.
.
I
THINK
,
”
gasped
poor
Anne
,
who
couldn
’
t
have
felt
sure
of
her
own
name
at
that
precise
moment
.
“
Dead
!
Everything
will
be
all
right
then
,
”
cried
the
rosy
lady
jubilantly
.
“
I
can
manage
James
A
.
if
that
bird
is
out
of
the
way
.
”
With
which
cryptic
utterance
she
went
joyfully
on
her
way
and
Anne
flew
to
the
kitchen
door
to
meet
Marilla
.
“
Anne
,
who
was
that
woman
?
”
“
Marilla
,
”
said
Anne
solemnly
,
but
with
dancing
eyes
,
“
do
I
look
as
if
I
were
crazy
?
”
“
Not
more
so
than
usual
,
”
said
Marilla
,
with
no
thought
of
being
sarcastic
.
“
Well
then
,
do
you
think
I
am
awake
?
”
“
Anne
,
what
nonsense
has
got
into
you
?
Who
was
that
woman
,
I
say
?
”
“
Marilla
,
if
I
’
m
not
crazy
and
not
asleep
she
can
’
t
be
such
stuff
as
dreams
are
made
of
.
.
.
she
must
be
real
.
Anyway
,
I
’
m
sure
I
couldn
’
t
have
imagined
such
a
bonnet
.
She
says
she
is
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
wife
,
Marilla
.
”
Marilla
stared
in
her
turn
.
