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“
Well
now
,
I
’
d
rather
have
you
than
a
dozen
boys
,
Anne
,
”
said
Matthew
patting
her
hand
.
“
Just
mind
you
that
—
rather
than
a
dozen
boys
.
Well
now
,
I
guess
it
wasn
’
t
a
boy
that
took
the
Avery
scholarship
,
was
it
?
It
was
a
girl
—
my
girl
—
my
girl
that
I
’
m
proud
of
.
”
He
smiled
his
shy
smile
at
her
as
he
went
into
the
yard
.
Anne
took
the
memory
of
it
with
her
when
she
went
to
her
room
that
night
and
sat
for
a
long
while
at
her
open
window
,
thinking
of
the
past
and
dreaming
of
the
future
.
Outside
the
Snow
Queen
was
mistily
white
in
the
moonshine
;
the
frogs
were
singing
in
the
marsh
beyond
Orchard
Slope
.
Anne
always
remembered
the
silvery
,
peaceful
beauty
and
fragrant
calm
of
that
night
.
It
was
the
last
night
before
sorrow
touched
her
life
;
and
no
life
is
ever
quite
the
same
again
when
once
that
cold
,
sanctifying
touch
has
been
laid
upon
it
.
Matthew
—
Matthew
—
what
is
the
matter
?
Matthew
,
are
you
sick
?
”
It
was
Marilla
who
spoke
,
alarm
in
every
jerky
word
.
Anne
came
through
the
hall
,
her
hands
full
of
white
narcissus
,
—
it
was
long
before
Anne
could
love
the
sight
or
odor
of
white
narcissus
again
,
—
in
time
to
hear
her
and
to
see
Matthew
standing
in
the
porch
doorway
,
a
folded
paper
in
his
hand
,
and
his
face
strangely
drawn
and
gray
.
Anne
dropped
her
flowers
and
sprang
across
the
kitchen
to
him
at
the
same
moment
as
Marilla
.
They
were
both
too
late
;
before
they
could
reach
him
Matthew
had
fallen
across
the
threshold
.
“
He
’
s
fainted
,
”
gasped
Marilla
.
“
Anne
,
run
for
Martin
—
quick
,
quick
!
He
’
s
at
the
barn
.
”
Martin
,
the
hired
man
,
who
had
just
driven
home
from
the
post
office
,
started
at
once
for
the
doctor
,
calling
at
Orchard
Slope
on
his
way
to
send
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Barry
over
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
who
was
there
on
an
errand
,
came
too
.
They
found
Anne
and
Marilla
distractedly
trying
to
restore
Matthew
to
consciousness
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
pushed
them
gently
aside
,
tried
his
pulse
,
and
then
laid
her
ear
over
his
heart
.
She
looked
at
their
anxious
faces
sorrowfully
and
the
tears
came
into
her
eyes
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
”
she
said
gravely
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
—
we
can
do
anything
for
him
.
”
“
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
you
don
’
t
think
—
you
can
’
t
think
Matthew
is
—
is
—
”
Anne
could
not
say
the
dreadful
word
;
she
turned
sick
and
pallid
.
“
Child
,
yes
,
I
’
m
afraid
of
it
.
Look
at
his
face
.
When
you
’
ve
seen
that
look
as
often
as
I
have
you
’
ll
know
what
it
means
.
”
