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New
worlds
of
thought
,
feeling
,
and
ambition
,
fresh
,
fascinating
fields
of
unexplored
knowledge
seemed
to
be
opening
out
before
Anne
’
s
eager
eyes
.
“
Hills
peeped
o
’
er
hill
and
Alps
on
Alps
arose
.
”
Much
of
all
this
was
due
to
Miss
Stacy
’
s
tactful
,
careful
,
broadminded
guidance
.
She
led
her
class
to
think
and
explore
and
discover
for
themselves
and
encouraged
straying
from
the
old
beaten
paths
to
a
degree
that
quite
shocked
Mrs
.
Lynde
and
the
school
trustees
,
who
viewed
all
innovations
on
established
methods
rather
dubiously
.
Apart
from
her
studies
Anne
expanded
socially
,
for
Marilla
,
mindful
of
the
Spencervale
doctor
’
s
dictum
,
no
longer
vetoed
occasional
outings
.
The
Debating
Club
flourished
and
gave
several
concerts
;
there
were
one
or
two
parties
almost
verging
on
grown
-
up
affairs
;
there
were
sleigh
drives
and
skating
frolics
galore
.
Between
times
Anne
grew
,
shooting
up
so
rapidly
that
Marilla
was
astonished
one
day
,
when
they
were
standing
side
by
side
,
to
find
the
girl
was
taller
than
herself
.
“
Why
,
Anne
,
how
you
’
ve
grown
!
”
she
said
,
almost
unbelievingly
.
A
sigh
followed
on
the
words
.
Marilla
felt
a
queer
regret
over
Anne
’
s
inches
.
The
child
she
had
learned
to
love
had
vanished
somehow
and
here
was
this
tall
,
serious
-
eyed
girl
of
fifteen
,
with
the
thoughtful
brows
and
the
proudly
poised
little
head
,
in
her
place
.
Marilla
loved
the
girl
as
much
as
she
had
loved
the
child
,
but
she
was
conscious
of
a
queer
sorrowful
sense
of
loss
.
And
that
night
,
when
Anne
had
gone
to
prayer
meeting
with
Diana
,
Marilla
sat
alone
in
the
wintry
twilight
and
indulged
in
the
weakness
of
a
cry
.
Matthew
,
coming
in
with
a
lantern
,
caught
her
at
it
and
gazed
at
her
in
such
consternation
that
Marilla
had
to
laugh
through
her
tears
.
“
I
was
thinking
about
Anne
,
”
she
explained
.
“
She
’
s
got
to
be
such
a
big
girl
—
and
she
’
ll
probably
be
away
from
us
next
winter
.
I
’
ll
miss
her
terrible
.
”
“
She
’
ll
be
able
to
come
home
often
,
”
comforted
Matthew
,
to
whom
Anne
was
as
yet
and
always
would
be
the
little
,
eager
girl
he
had
brought
home
from
Bright
River
on
that
June
evening
four
years
before
.
“
The
branch
railroad
will
be
built
to
Carmody
by
that
time
.
”
“
It
won
’
t
be
the
same
thing
as
having
her
here
all
the
time
,
”
sighed
Marilla
gloomily
,
determined
to
enjoy
her
luxury
of
grief
uncomforted
.
“
But
there
—
men
can
’
t
understand
these
things
!
”
