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“
I
’
ve
hunted
the
whole
house
through
.
But
she
may
be
in
some
of
the
buildings
.
”
A
thorough
search
followed
.
Every
corner
of
house
,
yard
,
and
outbuildings
was
ransacked
by
those
two
distracted
people
.
Anne
roved
the
orchards
and
the
Haunted
Wood
,
calling
Dora
’
s
name
.
Marilla
took
a
candle
and
explored
the
cellar
.
Davy
accompanied
each
of
them
in
turn
,
and
was
fertile
in
thinking
of
places
where
Dora
could
possibly
be
.
Finally
they
met
again
in
the
yard
.
“
It
’
s
a
most
mysterious
thing
,
”
groaned
Marilla
.
“
Where
can
she
be
?
”
said
Anne
miserably
“
Maybe
she
’
s
tumbled
into
the
well
,
”
suggested
Davy
cheerfully
.
Anne
and
Marilla
looked
fearfully
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
.
The
thought
had
been
with
them
both
through
their
entire
search
but
neither
had
dared
to
put
it
into
words
.
“
She
.
.
.
she
might
have
,
”
whispered
Marilla
.
Anne
,
feeling
faint
and
sick
,
went
to
the
wellbox
and
peered
over
.
The
bucket
sat
on
the
shelf
inside
.
Far
down
below
was
a
tiny
glimmer
of
still
water
.
The
Cuthbert
well
was
the
deepest
in
Avonlea
.
If
Dora
.
.
.
but
Anne
could
not
face
the
idea
.
She
shuddered
and
turned
away
.
“
Run
across
for
Mr
.
Harrison
,
”
said
Marilla
,
wringing
her
hands
.
