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Then
she
dived
down
into
invisibility
again
.
Marilla
went
slowly
down
to
the
kitchen
and
proceeded
to
wash
the
supper
dishes
.
Matthew
was
smoking
—
a
sure
sign
of
perturbation
of
mind
.
He
seldom
smoked
,
for
Marilla
set
her
face
against
it
as
a
filthy
habit
;
but
at
certain
times
and
seasons
he
felt
driven
to
it
and
them
Marilla
winked
at
the
practice
,
realizing
that
a
mere
man
must
have
some
vent
for
his
emotions
.
“
Well
,
this
is
a
pretty
kettle
of
fish
,
”
she
said
wrathfully
.
“
This
is
what
comes
of
sending
word
instead
of
going
ourselves
.
Richard
Spencer
’
s
folks
have
twisted
that
message
somehow
.
One
of
us
will
have
to
drive
over
and
see
Mrs
.
Spencer
tomorrow
,
that
’
s
certain
.
This
girl
will
have
to
be
sent
back
to
the
asylum
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
suppose
so
,
”
said
Matthew
reluctantly
.
“
You
suppose
so
!
Don
’
t
you
know
it
?
”
“
Well
now
,
she
’
s
a
real
nice
little
thing
,
Marilla
.
It
’
s
kind
of
a
pity
to
send
her
back
when
she
’
s
so
set
on
staying
here
.
”
“
Matthew
Cuthbert
,
you
don
’
t
mean
to
say
you
think
we
ought
to
keep
her
!
”
Marilla
’
s
astonishment
could
not
have
been
greater
if
Matthew
had
expressed
a
predilection
for
standing
on
his
head
.
“
Well
,
now
,
no
,
I
suppose
not
—
not
exactly
,
”
stammered
Matthew
,
uncomfortably
driven
into
a
corner
for
his
precise
meaning
.
“
I
suppose
—
we
could
hardly
be
expected
to
keep
her
.
”
“
I
should
say
not
.
What
good
would
she
be
to
us
?
”
