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Then
,
just
as
she
thought
she
really
could
not
endure
the
ache
in
her
arms
and
wrists
another
moment
,
Gilbert
Blythe
came
rowing
under
the
bridge
in
Harmon
Andrews
’
s
dory
!
Gilbert
glanced
up
and
,
much
to
his
amazement
,
beheld
a
little
white
scornful
face
looking
down
upon
him
with
big
,
frightened
but
also
scornful
gray
eyes
.
“
Anne
Shirley
!
How
on
earth
did
you
get
there
?
”
he
exclaimed
.
Without
waiting
for
an
answer
he
pulled
close
to
the
pile
and
extended
his
hand
.
There
was
no
help
for
it
;
Anne
,
clinging
to
Gilbert
Blythe
’
s
hand
,
scrambled
down
into
the
dory
,
where
she
sat
,
drabbled
and
furious
,
in
the
stern
with
her
arms
full
of
dripping
shawl
and
wet
crepe
.
It
was
certainly
extremely
difficult
to
be
dignified
under
the
circumstances
!
“
What
has
happened
,
Anne
?
”
asked
Gilbert
,
taking
up
his
oars
.
“
We
were
playing
Elaine
”
explained
Anne
frigidly
,
without
even
looking
at
her
rescuer
,
“
and
I
had
to
drift
down
to
Camelot
in
the
barge
—
I
mean
the
flat
.
The
flat
began
to
leak
and
I
climbed
out
on
the
pile
.
The
girls
went
for
help
.
Will
you
be
kind
enough
to
row
me
to
the
landing
?
”
Gilbert
obligingly
rowed
to
the
landing
and
Anne
,
disdaining
assistance
,
sprang
nimbly
on
shore
.
“
I
’
m
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
”
she
said
haughtily
as
she
turned
away
.
But
Gilbert
had
also
sprung
from
the
boat
and
now
laid
a
detaining
hand
on
her
arm
.
“
Anne
,
”
he
said
hurriedly
,
“
look
here
.
Can
’
t
we
be
good
friends
?
I
’
m
awfully
sorry
I
made
fun
of
your
hair
that
time
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
vex
you
and
I
only
meant
it
for
a
joke
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
so
long
ago
.
I
think
your
hair
is
awfully
pretty
now
—
honest
I
do
.
Let
’
s
be
friends
.
”
For
a
moment
Anne
hesitated
.
She
had
an
odd
,
newly
awakened
consciousness
under
all
her
outraged
dignity
that
the
half
-
shy
,
half
-
eager
expression
in
Gilbert
’
s
hazel
eyes
was
something
that
was
very
good
to
see
.
Her
heart
gave
a
quick
,
queer
little
beat
.
But
the
bitterness
of
her
old
grievance
promptly
stiffened
up
her
wavering
determination
.
That
scene
of
two
years
before
flashed
back
into
her
recollection
as
vividly
as
if
it
had
taken
place
yesterday
.
Gilbert
had
called
her
“
carrots
”
and
had
brought
about
her
disgrace
before
the
whole
school
.
Her
resentment
,
which
to
other
and
older
people
might
be
as
laughable
as
its
cause
,
was
in
no
whit
allayed
and
softened
by
time
seemingly
.
She
hated
Gilbert
Blythe
!
She
would
never
forgive
him
!
