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Nevertheless
,
when
Diana
and
the
other
girls
had
rushed
frantically
around
the
house
—
except
Ruby
Gillis
,
who
remained
as
if
rooted
to
the
ground
and
went
into
hysterics
—
they
found
Anne
lying
all
white
and
limp
among
the
wreck
and
ruin
of
the
Virginia
creeper
.
“
Anne
,
are
you
killed
?
”
shrieked
Diana
,
throwing
herself
on
her
knees
beside
her
friend
.
“
Oh
,
Anne
,
dear
Anne
,
speak
just
one
word
to
me
and
tell
me
if
you
’
re
killed
.
”
To
the
immense
relief
of
all
the
girls
,
and
especially
of
Josie
Pye
,
who
,
in
spite
of
lack
of
imagination
,
had
been
seized
with
horrible
visions
of
a
future
branded
as
the
girl
who
was
the
cause
of
Anne
Shirley
’
s
early
and
tragic
death
,
Anne
sat
dizzily
up
and
answered
uncertainly
:
“
No
,
Diana
,
I
am
not
killed
,
but
I
think
I
am
rendered
unconscious
.
”
“
Where
?
”
sobbed
Carrie
Sloane
.
“
Oh
,
where
,
Anne
?
”
Before
Anne
could
answer
Mrs
.
Barry
appeared
on
the
scene
.
At
sight
of
her
Anne
tried
to
scramble
to
her
feet
,
but
sank
back
again
with
a
sharp
little
cry
of
pain
.
“
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Where
have
you
hurt
yourself
?
”
demanded
Mrs
.
Barry
.
“
My
ankle
,
”
gasped
Anne
.
“
Oh
,
Diana
,
please
find
your
father
and
ask
him
to
take
me
home
.
I
know
I
can
never
walk
there
.
And
I
’
m
sure
I
couldn
’
t
hop
so
far
on
one
foot
when
Jane
couldn
’
t
even
hop
around
the
garden
.
”
Marilla
was
out
in
the
orchard
picking
a
panful
of
summer
apples
when
she
saw
Mr
.
Barry
coming
over
the
log
bridge
and
up
the
slope
,
with
Mrs
.
Barry
beside
him
and
a
whole
procession
of
little
girls
trailing
after
him
.
In
his
arms
he
carried
Anne
,
whose
head
lay
limply
against
his
shoulder
.
At
that
moment
Marilla
had
a
revelation
.
In
the
sudden
stab
of
fear
that
pierced
her
very
heart
she
realized
what
Anne
had
come
to
mean
to
her
.
She
would
have
admitted
that
she
liked
Anne
—
nay
,
that
she
was
very
fond
of
Anne
.
But
now
she
knew
as
she
hurried
wildly
down
the
slope
that
Anne
was
dearer
to
her
than
anything
else
on
earth
.
“
Mr
.
Barry
,
what
has
happened
to
her
?
”
she
gasped
,
more
white
and
shaken
than
the
self
-
contained
,
sensible
Marilla
had
been
for
many
years
.
