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Anne
looked
at
the
still
face
and
there
beheld
the
seal
of
the
Great
Presence
.
When
the
doctor
came
he
said
that
death
had
been
instantaneous
and
probably
painless
,
caused
in
all
likelihood
by
some
sudden
shock
.
The
secret
of
the
shock
was
discovered
to
be
in
the
paper
Matthew
had
held
and
which
Martin
had
brought
from
the
office
that
morning
.
It
contained
an
account
of
the
failure
of
the
Abbey
Bank
.
The
news
spread
quickly
through
Avonlea
,
and
all
day
friends
and
neighbors
thronged
Green
Gables
and
came
and
went
on
errands
of
kindness
for
the
dead
and
living
.
For
the
first
time
shy
,
quiet
Matthew
Cuthbert
was
a
person
of
central
importance
;
the
white
majesty
of
death
had
fallen
on
him
and
set
him
apart
as
one
crowned
.
When
the
calm
night
came
softly
down
over
Green
Gables
the
old
house
was
hushed
and
tranquil
.
In
the
parlor
lay
Matthew
Cuthbert
in
his
coffin
,
his
long
gray
hair
framing
his
placid
face
on
which
there
was
a
little
kindly
smile
as
if
he
but
slept
,
dreaming
pleasant
dreams
.
There
were
flowers
about
him
—
sweet
old
-
fashioned
flowers
which
his
mother
had
planted
in
the
homestead
garden
in
her
bridal
days
and
for
which
Matthew
had
always
had
a
secret
,
wordless
love
.
Anne
had
gathered
them
and
brought
them
to
him
,
her
anguished
,
tearless
eyes
burning
in
her
white
face
.
It
was
the
last
thing
she
could
do
for
him
.
The
Barrys
and
Mrs
.
Lynde
stayed
with
them
that
night
.
Diana
,
going
to
the
east
gable
,
where
Anne
was
standing
at
her
window
,
said
gently
:
“
Anne
dear
,
would
you
like
to
have
me
sleep
with
you
tonight
?
”
“
Thank
you
,
Diana
.
”
Anne
looked
earnestly
into
her
friend
’
s
face
.
“
I
think
you
won
’
t
misunderstand
me
when
I
say
I
want
to
be
alone
.
I
’
m
not
afraid
.
I
haven
’
t
been
alone
one
minute
since
it
happened
—
and
I
want
to
be
.
I
want
to
be
quite
silent
and
quiet
and
try
to
realize
it
.
I
can
’
t
realize
it
.
Half
the
time
it
seems
to
me
that
Matthew
can
’
t
be
dead
;
and
the
other
half
it
seems
as
if
he
must
have
been
dead
for
a
long
time
and
I
’
ve
had
this
horrible
dull
ache
ever
since
.
”
Diana
did
not
quite
understand
.
Marilla
’
s
impassioned
grief
,
breaking
all
the
bounds
of
natural
reserve
and
lifelong
habit
in
its
stormy
rush
,
she
could
comprehend
better
than
Anne
’
s
tearless
agony
.
But
she
went
away
kindly
,
leaving
Anne
alone
to
keep
her
first
vigil
with
sorrow
.
Anne
hoped
that
the
tears
would
come
in
solitude
.
It
seemed
to
her
a
terrible
thing
that
she
could
not
shed
a
tear
for
Matthew
,
whom
she
had
loved
so
much
and
who
had
been
so
kind
to
her
,
Matthew
who
had
walked
with
her
last
evening
at
sunset
and
was
now
lying
in
the
dim
room
below
with
that
awful
peace
on
his
brow
.
But
no
tears
came
at
first
,
even
when
she
knelt
by
her
window
in
the
darkness
and
prayed
,
looking
up
to
the
stars
beyond
the
hills
—
no
tears
,
only
the
same
horrible
dull
ache
of
misery
that
kept
on
aching
until
she
fell
asleep
,
worn
out
with
the
day
’
s
pain
and
excitement
.
