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Mine
was
that
I
would
marry
a
dark
-
complected
man
who
was
very
wealthy
,
and
I
would
go
across
water
to
live
.
I
looked
carefully
at
all
the
dark
men
I
saw
after
that
,
but
I
didn
’
t
care
much
for
any
of
them
,
and
anyhow
I
suppose
it
’
s
too
early
to
be
looking
out
for
him
yet
.
Oh
,
it
was
a
never
-
to
-
be
-
forgotten
day
,
Marilla
.
I
was
so
tired
I
couldn
’
t
sleep
at
night
.
Miss
Barry
put
us
in
the
spare
room
,
according
to
promise
.
It
was
an
elegant
room
,
Marilla
,
but
somehow
sleeping
in
a
spare
room
isn
’
t
what
I
used
to
think
it
was
.
That
’
s
the
worst
of
growing
up
,
and
I
’
m
beginning
to
realize
it
.
The
things
you
wanted
so
much
when
you
were
a
child
don
’
t
seem
half
so
wonderful
to
you
when
you
get
them
.
”
Thursday
the
girls
had
a
drive
in
the
park
,
and
in
the
evening
Miss
Barry
took
them
to
a
concert
in
the
Academy
of
Music
,
where
a
noted
prima
donna
was
to
sing
.
To
Anne
the
evening
was
a
glittering
vision
of
delight
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
it
was
beyond
description
.
I
was
so
excited
I
couldn
’
t
even
talk
,
so
you
may
know
what
it
was
like
.
I
just
sat
in
enraptured
silence
.
Madame
Selitsky
was
perfectly
beautiful
,
and
wore
white
satin
and
diamonds
.
But
when
she
began
to
sing
I
never
thought
about
anything
else
.
Oh
,
I
can
’
t
tell
you
how
I
felt
.
But
it
seemed
to
me
that
it
could
never
be
hard
to
be
good
any
more
.
I
felt
like
I
do
when
I
look
up
to
the
stars
.
Tears
came
into
my
eyes
,
but
,
oh
,
they
were
such
happy
tears
.
I
was
so
sorry
when
it
was
all
over
,
and
I
told
Miss
Barry
I
didn
’
t
see
how
I
was
ever
to
return
to
common
life
again
.
She
said
she
thought
if
we
went
over
to
the
restaurant
across
the
street
and
had
an
ice
cream
it
might
help
me
.
That
sounded
so
prosaic
;
but
to
my
surprise
I
found
it
true
.
The
ice
cream
was
delicious
,
Marilla
,
and
it
was
so
lovely
and
dissipated
to
be
sitting
there
eating
it
at
eleven
o
’
clock
at
night
.
Diana
said
she
believed
she
was
born
for
city
life
.
Miss
Barry
asked
me
what
my
opinion
was
,
but
I
said
I
would
have
to
think
it
over
very
seriously
before
I
could
tell
her
what
I
really
thought
.
So
I
thought
it
over
after
I
went
to
bed
.
That
is
the
best
time
to
think
things
out
.
And
I
came
to
the
conclusion
,
Marilla
,
that
I
wasn
’
t
born
for
city
life
and
that
I
was
glad
of
it
.
It
’
s
nice
to
be
eating
ice
cream
at
brilliant
restaurants
at
eleven
o
’
clock
at
night
once
in
a
while
;
but
as
a
regular
thing
I
’
d
rather
be
in
the
east
gable
at
eleven
,
sound
asleep
,
but
kind
of
knowing
even
in
my
sleep
that
the
stars
were
shining
outside
and
that
the
wind
was
blowing
in
the
firs
across
the
brook
.
I
told
Miss
Barry
so
at
breakfast
the
next
morning
and
she
laughed
.
Miss
Barry
generally
laughed
at
anything
I
said
,
even
when
I
said
the
most
solemn
things
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
liked
it
,
Marilla
,
because
I
wasn
’
t
trying
to
be
funny
.
But
she
is
a
most
hospitable
lady
and
treated
us
royally
.
”
Friday
brought
going
-
home
time
,
and
Mr
.
Barry
drove
in
for
the
girls
.
“
Well
,
I
hope
you
’
ve
enjoyed
yourselves
,
”
said
Miss
Barry
,
as
she
bade
them
good
-
bye
.
“
Indeed
we
have
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
And
you
,
Anne
-
girl
?
”
“
I
’
ve
enjoyed
every
minute
of
the
time
,
”
said
Anne
,
throwing
her
arms
impulsively
about
the
old
woman
’
s
neck
and
kissing
her
wrinkled
cheek
.
Diana
would
never
have
dared
to
do
such
a
thing
and
felt
rather
aghast
at
Anne
’
s
freedom
.
But
Miss
Barry
was
pleased
,
and
she
stood
on
her
veranda
and
watched
the
buggy
out
of
sight
.
Then
she
went
back
into
her
big
house
with
a
sigh
.
It
seemed
very
lonely
,
lacking
those
fresh
young
lives
.
Miss
Barry
was
a
rather
selfish
old
lady
,
if
the
truth
must
be
told
,
and
had
never
cared
much
for
anybody
but
herself
.
She
valued
people
only
as
they
were
of
service
to
her
or
amused
her
.
Anne
had
amused
her
,
and
consequently
stood
high
in
the
old
lady
’
s
good
graces
.
But
Miss
Barry
found
herself
thinking
less
about
Anne
’
s
quaint
speeches
than
of
her
fresh
enthusiasms
,
her
transparent
emotions
,
her
little
winning
ways
,
and
the
sweetness
of
her
eyes
and
lips
.
“
I
thought
Marilla
Cuthbert
was
an
old
fool
when
I
heard
she
’
d
adopted
a
girl
out
of
an
orphan
asylum
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
“
but
I
guess
she
didn
’
t
make
much
of
a
mistake
after
all
.
If
I
’
d
a
child
like
Anne
in
the
house
all
the
time
I
’
d
be
a
better
and
happier
woman
.
”
