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“
It
’
s
likely
I
’
d
do
such
a
thing
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
said
Diana
with
just
scorn
.
“
I
’
m
no
telltale
,
Anne
Shirley
,
and
anyhow
I
was
just
as
much
to
blame
as
you
.
”
“
Well
,
I
’
m
going
in
to
tell
her
myself
,
”
said
Anne
resolutely
.
Diana
stared
.
“
Anne
Shirley
,
you
’
d
never
!
why
—
she
’
ll
eat
you
alive
!
”
“
Don
’
t
frighten
me
any
more
than
I
am
frightened
,
”
implored
Anne
.
“
I
’
d
rather
walk
up
to
a
cannon
’
s
mouth
.
But
I
’
ve
got
to
do
it
,
Diana
.
It
was
my
fault
and
I
’
ve
got
to
confess
.
I
’
ve
had
practice
in
confessing
,
fortunately
.
”
“
Well
,
she
’
s
in
the
room
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
You
can
go
in
if
you
want
to
.
I
wouldn
’
t
dare
.
And
I
don
’
t
believe
you
’
ll
do
a
bit
of
good
.
”
With
this
encouragement
Anne
bearded
the
lion
in
its
den
—
that
is
to
say
,
walked
resolutely
up
to
the
sitting
-
room
door
and
knocked
faintly
.
A
sharp
“
Come
in
”
followed
.
Miss
Josephine
Barry
,
thin
,
prim
,
and
rigid
,
was
knitting
fiercely
by
the
fire
,
her
wrath
quite
unappeased
and
her
eyes
snapping
through
her
gold
-
rimmed
glasses
.
She
wheeled
around
in
her
chair
,
expecting
to
see
Diana
,
and
beheld
a
white
-
faced
girl
whose
great
eyes
were
brimmed
up
with
a
mixture
of
desperate
courage
and
shrinking
terror
.
“
Who
are
you
?
”
demanded
Miss
Josephine
Barry
,
without
ceremony
.
