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His
mouth
was
delicious
,
being
full
without
pouting
,
the
crimson
lips
just
softly
touching
and
curving
into
finely
finished
little
corners
that
narrowly
escaped
being
dimpled
.
He
had
a
sober
,
grave
,
meditative
expression
,
as
if
his
spirit
was
much
older
than
his
body
;
but
when
Anne
smiled
softly
at
him
it
vanished
in
a
sudden
answering
smile
,
which
seemed
an
illumination
of
his
whole
being
,
as
if
some
lamp
had
suddenly
kindled
into
flame
inside
of
him
,
irradiating
him
from
top
to
toe
.
Best
of
all
,
it
was
involuntary
,
born
of
no
external
effort
or
motive
,
but
simply
the
outflashing
of
a
hidden
personality
,
rare
and
fine
and
sweet
.
With
a
quick
interchange
of
smiles
Anne
and
Paul
were
fast
friends
forever
before
a
word
had
passed
between
them
.
The
day
went
by
like
a
dream
.
Anne
could
never
clearly
recall
it
afterwards
.
It
almost
seemed
as
if
it
were
not
she
who
was
teaching
but
somebody
else
.
She
heard
classes
and
worked
sums
and
set
copies
mechanically
.
The
children
behaved
quite
well
;
only
two
cases
of
discipline
occurred
.
Morley
Andrews
was
caught
driving
a
pair
of
trained
crickets
in
the
aisle
.
Anne
stood
Morley
on
the
platform
for
an
hour
and
.
.
.
which
Morley
felt
much
more
keenly
.
.
.
confiscated
his
crickets
.
She
put
them
in
a
box
and
on
the
way
from
school
set
them
free
in
Violet
Vale
;
but
Morley
believed
,
then
and
ever
afterwards
,
that
she
took
them
home
and
kept
them
for
her
own
amusement
.
The
other
culprit
was
Anthony
Pye
,
who
poured
the
last
drops
of
water
from
his
slate
bottle
down
the
back
of
Aurelia
Clay
’
s
neck
.
Anne
kept
Anthony
in
at
recess
and
talked
to
him
about
what
was
expected
of
gentlemen
,
admonishing
him
that
they
never
poured
water
down
ladies
’
necks
.
She
wanted
all
her
boys
to
be
gentlemen
,
she
said
.
Her
little
lecture
was
quite
kind
and
touching
;
but
unfortunately
Anthony
remained
absolutely
untouched
.
He
listened
to
her
in
silence
,
with
the
same
sullen
expression
,
and
whistled
scornfully
as
he
went
out
.
Anne
sighed
;
and
then
cheered
herself
up
by
remembering
that
winning
a
Pye
’
s
affections
,
like
the
building
of
Rome
,
wasn
’
t
the
work
of
a
day
.
In
fact
,
it
was
doubtful
whether
some
of
the
Pyes
had
any
affections
to
win
;
but
Anne
hoped
better
things
of
Anthony
,
who
looked
as
if
he
might
be
a
rather
nice
boy
if
one
ever
got
behind
his
sullenness
.
When
school
was
dismissed
and
the
children
had
gone
Anne
dropped
wearily
into
her
chair
.
Her
head
ached
and
she
felt
woefully
discouraged
.
There
was
no
real
reason
for
discouragement
,
since
nothing
very
dreadful
had
occurred
;
but
Anne
was
very
tired
and
inclined
to
believe
that
she
would
never
learn
to
like
teaching
.
And
how
terrible
it
would
be
to
be
doing
something
you
didn
’
t
like
every
day
for
.
.
.
well
,
say
forty
years
.
Anne
was
of
two
minds
whether
to
have
her
cry
out
then
and
there
,
or
wait
till
she
was
safely
in
her
own
white
room
at
home
.
Before
she
could
decide
there
was
a
click
of
heels
and
a
silken
swish
on
the
porch
floor
,
and
Anne
found
herself
confronted
by
a
lady
whose
appearance
made
her
recall
a
recent
criticism
of
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
on
an
overdressed
female
he
had
seen
in
a
Charlottetown
store
.
“
She
looked
like
a
head
-
on
collision
between
a
fashion
plate
and
a
nightmare
.
”
The
newcomer
was
gorgeously
arrayed
in
a
pale
blue
summer
silk
,
puffed
,
frilled
,
and
shirred
wherever
puff
,
frill
,
or
shirring
could
possibly
be
placed
.
Her
head
was
surmounted
by
a
huge
white
chiffon
hat
,
bedecked
with
three
long
but
rather
stringy
ostrich
feathers
.
A
veil
of
pink
chiffon
,
lavishly
sprinkled
with
huge
black
dots
,
hung
like
a
flounce
from
the
hat
brim
to
her
shoulders
and
floated
off
in
two
airy
streamers
behind
her
.
She
wore
all
the
jewelry
that
could
be
crowded
on
one
small
woman
,
and
a
very
strong
odor
of
perfume
attended
her
.
“
I
am
Mrs
.
DonNELL
.
.
.
Mrs
.
H
.
B
.
DonNELL
,
”
announced
this
vision
,
“
and
I
have
come
in
to
see
you
about
something
Clarice
Almira
told
me
when
she
came
home
to
dinner
today
.
It
annoyed
me
EXCESSIVELY
.
”
“
I
’
m
sorry
,
”
faltered
Anne
,
vainly
trying
to
recollect
any
incident
of
the
morning
connected
with
the
Donnell
children
.
“
Clarice
Almira
told
me
that
you
pronounced
our
name
DONnell
.
Now
,
Miss
Shirley
,
the
correct
pronunciation
of
our
name
is
DonNELL
.
.
.
accent
on
the
last
syllable
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
remember
this
in
future
.
”
