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Her
dress
,
which
,
in
the
east
gable
,
had
seemed
so
dainty
and
pretty
,
now
seemed
simple
and
plain
—
too
simple
and
plain
,
she
thought
,
among
all
the
silks
and
laces
that
glistened
and
rustled
around
her
.
What
were
her
pearl
beads
compared
to
the
diamonds
of
the
big
,
handsome
lady
near
her
?
And
how
poor
her
one
wee
white
rose
must
look
beside
all
the
hothouse
flowers
the
others
wore
!
Anne
laid
her
hat
and
jacket
away
,
and
shrank
miserably
into
a
corner
.
She
wished
herself
back
in
the
white
room
at
Green
Gables
.
It
was
still
worse
on
the
platform
of
the
big
concert
hall
of
the
hotel
,
where
she
presently
found
herself
.
The
electric
lights
dazzled
her
eyes
,
the
perfume
and
hum
bewildered
her
.
She
wished
she
were
sitting
down
in
the
audience
with
Diana
and
Jane
,
who
seemed
to
be
having
a
splendid
time
away
at
the
back
.
She
was
wedged
in
between
a
stout
lady
in
pink
silk
and
a
tall
,
scornful
-
looking
girl
in
a
white
-
lace
dress
.
The
stout
lady
occasionally
turned
her
head
squarely
around
and
surveyed
Anne
through
her
eyeglasses
until
Anne
,
acutely
sensitive
of
being
so
scrutinized
,
felt
that
she
must
scream
aloud
;
and
the
white
-
lace
girl
kept
talking
audibly
to
her
next
neighbor
about
the
“
country
bumpkins
”
and
“
rustic
belles
”
in
the
audience
,
languidly
anticipating
“
such
fun
”
from
the
displays
of
local
talent
on
the
program
.
Anne
believed
that
she
would
hate
that
white
-
lace
girl
to
the
end
of
life
.
Unfortunately
for
Anne
,
a
professional
elocutionist
was
staying
at
the
hotel
and
had
consented
to
recite
.
She
was
a
lithe
,
dark
-
eyed
woman
in
a
wonderful
gown
of
shimmering
gray
stuff
like
woven
moonbeams
,
with
gems
on
her
neck
and
in
her
dark
hair
.
She
had
a
marvelously
flexible
voice
and
wonderful
power
of
expression
;
the
audience
went
wild
over
her
selection
.
Anne
,
forgetting
all
about
herself
and
her
troubles
for
the
time
,
listened
with
rapt
and
shining
eyes
;
but
when
the
recitation
ended
she
suddenly
put
her
hands
over
her
face
.
She
could
never
get
up
and
recite
after
that
—
never
.
Had
she
ever
thought
she
could
recite
?
Oh
,
if
she
were
only
back
at
Green
Gables
!
At
this
unpropitious
moment
her
name
was
called
.
Somehow
Anne
—
who
did
not
notice
the
rather
guilty
little
start
of
surprise
the
white
-
lace
girl
gave
,
and
would
not
have
understood
the
subtle
compliment
implied
therein
if
she
had
—
got
on
her
feet
,
and
moved
dizzily
out
to
the
front
.
She
was
so
pale
that
Diana
and
Jane
,
down
in
the
audience
,
clasped
each
other
’
s
hands
in
nervous
sympathy
.
Anne
was
the
victim
of
an
overwhelming
attack
of
stage
fright
.
Often
as
she
had
recited
in
public
,
she
had
never
before
faced
such
an
audience
as
this
,
and
the
sight
of
it
paralyzed
her
energies
completely
.
Everything
was
so
strange
,
so
brilliant
,
so
bewildering
—
the
rows
of
ladies
in
evening
dress
,
the
critical
faces
,
the
whole
atmosphere
of
wealth
and
culture
about
her
.
Very
different
this
from
the
plain
benches
at
the
Debating
Club
,
filled
with
the
homely
,
sympathetic
faces
of
friends
and
neighbors
.
These
people
,
she
thought
,
would
be
merciless
critics
.
Perhaps
,
like
the
white
-
lace
girl
,
they
anticipated
amusement
from
her
“
rustic
”
efforts
.
She
felt
hopelessly
,
helplessly
ashamed
and
miserable
.
Her
knees
trembled
,
her
heart
fluttered
,
a
horrible
faintness
came
over
her
;
not
a
word
could
she
utter
,
and
the
next
moment
she
would
have
fled
from
the
platform
despite
the
humiliation
which
,
she
felt
,
must
ever
after
be
her
portion
if
she
did
so
.
But
suddenly
,
as
her
dilated
,
frightened
eyes
gazed
out
over
the
audience
,
she
saw
Gilbert
Blythe
away
at
the
back
of
the
room
,
bending
forward
with
a
smile
on
his
face
—
a
smile
which
seemed
to
Anne
at
once
triumphant
and
taunting
.
In
reality
it
was
nothing
of
the
kind
.
Gilbert
was
merely
smiling
with
appreciation
of
the
whole
affair
in
general
and
of
the
effect
produced
by
Anne
’
s
slender
white
form
and
spiritual
face
against
a
background
of
palms
in
particular
.
Josie
Pye
,
whom
he
had
driven
over
,
sat
beside
him
,
and
her
face
certainly
was
both
triumphant
and
taunting
.
But
Anne
did
not
see
Josie
,
and
would
not
have
cared
if
she
had
.
She
drew
a
long
breath
and
flung
her
head
up
proudly
,
courage
and
determination
tingling
over
her
like
an
electric
shock
.
She
would
not
fail
before
Gilbert
Blythe
—
he
should
never
be
able
to
laugh
at
her
,
never
,
never
!
Her
fright
and
nervousness
vanished
;
and
she
began
her
recitation
,
her
clear
,
sweet
voice
reaching
to
the
farthest
corner
of
the
room
without
a
tremor
or
a
break
.
Self
-
possession
was
fully
restored
to
her
,
and
in
the
reaction
from
that
horrible
moment
of
powerlessness
she
recited
as
she
had
never
done
before
.
When
she
finished
there
were
bursts
of
honest
applause
.
Anne
,
stepping
back
to
her
seat
,
blushing
with
shyness
and
delight
,
found
her
hand
vigorously
clasped
and
shaken
by
the
stout
lady
in
pink
silk
.
“
My
dear
,
you
did
splendidly
,
”
she
puffed
.
“
I
’
ve
been
crying
like
a
baby
,
actually
I
have
.
There
,
they
’
re
encoring
you
—
they
’
re
bound
to
have
you
back
!
”
