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It
was
dark
when
supper
was
ready
,
and
still
no
sign
of
Anne
,
coming
hurriedly
over
the
log
bridge
or
up
Lover
’
s
Lane
,
breathless
and
repentant
with
a
sense
of
neglected
duties
.
Marilla
washed
and
put
away
the
dishes
grimly
.
Then
,
wanting
a
candle
to
light
her
way
down
the
cellar
,
she
went
up
to
the
east
gable
for
the
one
that
generally
stood
on
Anne
’
s
table
.
Lighting
it
,
she
turned
around
to
see
Anne
herself
lying
on
the
bed
,
face
downward
among
the
pillows
.
“
Mercy
on
us
,
”
said
astonished
Marilla
,
“
have
you
been
asleep
,
Anne
?
”
“
No
,
”
was
the
muffled
reply
.
“
Are
you
sick
then
?
”
demanded
Marilla
anxiously
,
going
over
to
the
bed
.
Anne
cowered
deeper
into
her
pillows
as
if
desirous
of
hiding
herself
forever
from
mortal
eyes
.
“
No
.
But
please
,
Marilla
,
go
away
and
don
’
t
look
at
me
.
I
’
m
in
the
depths
of
despair
and
I
don
’
t
care
who
gets
head
in
class
or
writes
the
best
composition
or
sings
in
the
Sunday
-
school
choir
any
more
.
Little
things
like
that
are
of
no
importance
now
because
I
don
’
t
suppose
I
’
ll
ever
be
able
to
go
anywhere
again
.
My
career
is
closed
.
Please
,
Marilla
,
go
away
and
don
’
t
look
at
me
.
”
“
Did
anyone
ever
hear
the
like
?
”
the
mystified
Marilla
wanted
to
know
.
“
Anne
Shirley
,
whatever
is
the
matter
with
you
?
What
have
you
done
?
Get
right
up
this
minute
and
tell
me
.
This
minute
,
I
say
.
There
now
,
what
is
it
?
”
Anne
had
slid
to
the
floor
in
despairing
obedience
.
“
Look
at
my
hair
,
Marilla
,
”
she
whispered
.
