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It
was
nearly
dark
,
for
the
full
November
twilight
had
fallen
around
Green
Gables
,
and
the
only
light
in
the
kitchen
came
from
the
dancing
red
flames
in
the
stove
.
Anne
was
curled
up
Turk
-
fashion
on
the
hearthrug
,
gazing
into
that
joyous
glow
where
the
sunshine
of
a
hundred
summers
was
being
distilled
from
the
maple
cordwood
.
She
had
been
reading
,
but
her
book
had
slipped
to
the
floor
,
and
now
she
was
dreaming
,
with
a
smile
on
her
parted
lips
.
Glittering
castles
in
Spain
were
shaping
themselves
out
of
the
mists
and
rainbows
of
her
lively
fancy
;
adventures
wonderful
and
enthralling
were
happening
to
her
in
cloudland
—
adventures
that
always
turned
out
triumphantly
and
never
involved
her
in
scrapes
like
those
of
actual
life
.
Marilla
looked
at
her
with
a
tenderness
that
would
never
have
been
suffered
to
reveal
itself
in
any
clearer
light
than
that
soft
mingling
of
fireshine
and
shadow
.
The
lesson
of
a
love
that
should
display
itself
easily
in
spoken
word
and
open
look
was
one
Marilla
could
never
learn
.
But
she
had
learned
to
love
this
slim
,
gray
-
eyed
girl
with
an
affection
all
the
deeper
and
stronger
from
its
very
undemonstrativeness
.
Her
love
made
her
afraid
of
being
unduly
indulgent
,
indeed
.
She
had
an
uneasy
feeling
that
it
was
rather
sinful
to
set
one
’
s
heart
so
intensely
on
any
human
creature
as
she
had
set
hers
on
Anne
,
and
perhaps
she
performed
a
sort
of
unconscious
penance
for
this
by
being
stricter
and
more
critical
than
if
the
girl
had
been
less
dear
to
her
.
Certainly
Anne
herself
had
no
idea
how
Marilla
loved
her
.
She
sometimes
thought
wistfully
that
Marilla
was
very
hard
to
please
and
distinctly
lacking
in
sympathy
and
understanding
.
But
she
always
checked
the
thought
reproachfully
,
remembering
what
she
owed
to
Marilla
.
“
Anne
,
”
said
Marilla
abruptly
,
“
Miss
Stacy
was
here
this
afternoon
when
you
were
out
with
Diana
.
”
Anne
came
back
from
her
other
world
with
a
start
and
a
sigh
.
“
Was
she
?
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
sorry
I
wasn
’
t
in
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
call
me
,
Marilla
?
Diana
and
I
were
only
over
in
the
Haunted
Wood
.
It
’
s
lovely
in
the
woods
now
.
All
the
little
wood
things
—
the
ferns
and
the
satin
leaves
and
the
crackerberries
—
have
gone
to
sleep
,
just
as
if
somebody
had
tucked
them
away
until
spring
under
a
blanket
of
leaves
.
I
think
it
was
a
little
gray
fairy
with
a
rainbow
scarf
that
came
tiptoeing
along
the
last
moonlight
night
and
did
it
.
Diana
wouldn
’
t
say
much
about
that
,
though
.
Diana
has
never
forgotten
the
scolding
her
mother
gave
her
about
imagining
ghosts
into
the
Haunted
Wood
.
It
had
a
very
bad
effect
on
Diana
’
s
imagination
.
It
blighted
it
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
says
Myrtle
Bell
is
a
blighted
being
.
I
asked
Ruby
Gillis
why
Myrtle
was
blighted
,
and
Ruby
said
she
guessed
it
was
because
her
young
man
had
gone
back
on
her
.
Ruby
Gillis
thinks
of
nothing
but
young
men
,
and
the
older
she
gets
the
worse
she
is
.
Young
men
are
all
very
well
in
their
place
,
but
it
doesn
’
t
do
to
drag
them
into
everything
,
does
it
?
Diana
and
I
are
thinking
seriously
of
promising
each
other
that
we
will
never
marry
but
be
nice
old
maids
and
live
together
forever
.
Diana
hasn
’
t
quite
made
up
her
mind
though
,
because
she
thinks
perhaps
it
would
be
nobler
to
marry
some
wild
,
dashing
,
wicked
young
man
and
reform
him
.
Diana
and
I
talk
a
great
deal
about
serious
subjects
now
,
you
know
.
We
feel
that
we
are
so
much
older
than
we
used
to
be
that
it
isn
’
t
becoming
to
talk
of
childish
matters
.
It
’
s
such
a
solemn
thing
to
be
almost
fourteen
,
Marilla
.
Miss
Stacy
took
all
us
girls
who
are
in
our
teens
down
to
the
brook
last
Wednesday
,
and
talked
to
us
about
it
.
She
said
we
couldn
’
t
be
too
careful
what
habits
we
formed
and
what
ideals
we
acquired
in
our
teens
,
because
by
the
time
we
were
twenty
our
characters
would
be
developed
and
the
foundation
laid
for
our
whole
future
life
.
And
she
said
if
the
foundation
was
shaky
we
could
never
build
anything
really
worth
while
on
it
.
Diana
and
I
talked
the
matter
over
coming
home
from
school
.
We
felt
extremely
solemn
,
Marilla
.
And
we
decided
that
we
would
try
to
be
very
careful
indeed
and
form
respectable
habits
and
learn
all
we
could
and
be
as
sensible
as
possible
,
so
that
by
the
time
we
were
twenty
our
characters
would
be
properly
developed
.
It
’
s
perfectly
appalling
to
think
of
being
twenty
,
Marilla
.
It
sounds
so
fearfully
old
and
grown
up
.
But
why
was
Miss
Stacy
here
this
afternoon
?
”
“
That
is
what
I
want
to
tell
you
,
Anne
,
if
you
’
ll
ever
give
me
a
chance
to
get
a
word
in
edgewise
.
She
was
talking
about
you
.
”
