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I
hadn
’
t
any
real
idea
what
it
looked
like
.
But
just
as
soon
as
I
saw
it
I
felt
it
was
home
.
Oh
,
it
seems
as
if
I
must
be
in
a
dream
.
Do
you
know
,
my
arm
must
be
black
and
blue
from
the
elbow
up
,
for
I
’
ve
pinched
myself
so
many
times
today
.
Every
little
while
a
horrible
sickening
feeling
would
come
over
me
and
I
’
d
be
so
afraid
it
was
all
a
dream
.
Then
I
’
d
pinch
myself
to
see
if
it
was
real
—
until
suddenly
I
remembered
that
even
supposing
it
was
only
a
dream
I
’
d
better
go
on
dreaming
as
long
as
I
could
;
so
I
stopped
pinching
.
But
it
is
real
and
we
’
re
nearly
home
.
”
With
a
sigh
of
rapture
she
relapsed
into
silence
.
Matthew
stirred
uneasily
.
He
felt
glad
that
it
would
be
Marilla
and
not
he
who
would
have
to
tell
this
waif
of
the
world
that
the
home
she
longed
for
was
not
to
be
hers
after
all
.
They
drove
over
Lynde
’
s
Hollow
,
where
it
was
already
quite
dark
,
but
not
so
dark
that
Mrs
.
Rachel
could
not
see
them
from
her
window
vantage
,
and
up
the
hill
and
into
the
long
lane
of
Green
Gables
.
By
the
time
they
arrived
at
the
house
Matthew
was
shrinking
from
the
approaching
revelation
with
an
energy
he
did
not
understand
.
It
was
not
of
Marilla
or
himself
he
was
thinking
of
the
trouble
this
mistake
was
probably
going
to
make
for
them
,
but
of
the
child
’
s
disappointment
.
When
he
thought
of
that
rapt
light
being
quenched
in
her
eyes
he
had
an
uncomfortable
feeling
that
he
was
going
to
assist
at
murdering
something
—
much
the
same
feeling
that
came
over
him
when
he
had
to
kill
a
lamb
or
calf
or
any
other
innocent
little
creature
The
yard
was
quite
dark
as
they
turned
into
it
and
the
poplar
leaves
were
rustling
silkily
all
round
it
.
“
Listen
to
the
trees
talking
in
their
sleep
,
”
she
whispered
,
as
he
lifted
her
to
the
ground
.
“
What
nice
dreams
they
must
have
!
”
Then
,
holding
tightly
to
the
carpet
-
bag
which
contained
“
all
her
worldly
goods
,
”
she
followed
him
into
the
house
.
Marilla
came
briskly
forward
as
Matthew
opened
the
door
.
But
when
her
eyes
fell
on
the
odd
little
figure
in
the
stiff
,
ugly
dress
,
with
the
long
braids
of
red
hair
and
the
eager
,
luminous
eyes
,
she
stopped
short
in
amazement
.
“
Matthew
Cuthbert
,
who
’
s
that
?
”
she
ejaculated
.
“
Where
is
the
boy
?
”
“
There
wasn
’
t
any
boy
,
”
said
Matthew
wretchedly
.
“
There
was
only
her
.
”
He
nodded
at
the
child
,
remembering
that
he
had
never
even
asked
her
name
.
“
No
boy
!
But
there
must
have
been
a
boy
,
”
insisted
Marilla
.
“
We
sent
word
to
Mrs
.
Spencer
to
bring
a
boy
.
”
