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In
the
night
she
awakened
,
with
the
stillness
and
the
darkness
about
her
,
and
the
recollection
of
the
day
came
over
her
like
a
wave
of
sorrow
.
She
could
see
Matthew
’
s
face
smiling
at
her
as
he
had
smiled
when
they
parted
at
the
gate
that
last
evening
—
she
could
hear
his
voice
saying
,
“
My
girl
—
my
girl
that
I
’
m
proud
of
.
”
Then
the
tears
came
and
Anne
wept
her
heart
out
.
Marilla
heard
her
and
crept
in
to
comfort
her
.
“
There
—
there
—
don
’
t
cry
so
,
dearie
.
It
can
’
t
bring
him
back
.
It
—
it
—
isn
’
t
right
to
cry
so
.
I
knew
that
today
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
then
.
He
’
d
always
been
such
a
good
,
kind
brother
to
me
—
but
God
knows
best
.
”
“
Oh
,
just
let
me
cry
,
Marilla
,
”
sobbed
Anne
.
“
The
tears
don
’
t
hurt
me
like
that
ache
did
.
Stay
here
for
a
little
while
with
me
and
keep
your
arm
round
me
—
so
.
I
couldn
’
t
have
Diana
stay
,
she
’
s
good
and
kind
and
sweet
—
but
it
’
s
not
her
sorrow
—
she
’
s
outside
of
it
and
she
couldn
’
t
come
close
enough
to
my
heart
to
help
me
.
It
’
s
our
sorrow
—
yours
and
mine
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
what
will
we
do
without
him
?
”
“
We
’
ve
got
each
other
,
Anne
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
’
d
do
if
you
weren
’
t
here
—
if
you
’
d
never
come
.
Oh
,
Anne
,
I
know
I
’
ve
been
kind
of
strict
and
harsh
with
you
maybe
—
but
you
mustn
’
t
think
I
didn
’
t
love
you
as
well
as
Matthew
did
,
for
all
that
.
I
want
to
tell
you
now
when
I
can
.
It
’
s
never
been
easy
for
me
to
say
things
out
of
my
heart
,
but
at
times
like
this
it
’
s
easier
.
I
love
you
as
dear
as
if
you
were
my
own
flesh
and
blood
and
you
’
ve
been
my
joy
and
comfort
ever
since
you
came
to
Green
Gables
.
”
Two
days
afterwards
they
carried
Matthew
Cuthbert
over
his
homestead
threshold
and
away
from
the
fields
he
had
tilled
and
the
orchards
he
had
loved
and
the
trees
he
had
planted
;
and
then
Avonlea
settled
back
to
its
usual
placidity
and
even
at
Green
Gables
affairs
slipped
into
their
old
groove
and
work
was
done
and
duties
fulfilled
with
regularity
as
before
,
although
always
with
the
aching
sense
of
“
loss
in
all
familiar
things
.
”
Anne
,
new
to
grief
,
thought
it
almost
sad
that
it
could
be
so
—
that
they
could
go
on
in
the
old
way
without
Matthew
.
She
felt
something
like
shame
and
remorse
when
she
discovered
that
the
sunrises
behind
the
firs
and
the
pale
pink
buds
opening
in
the
garden
gave
her
the
old
inrush
of
gladness
when
she
saw
them
—
that
Diana
’
s
visits
were
pleasant
to
her
and
that
Diana
’
s
merry
words
and
ways
moved
her
to
laughter
and
smiles
—
that
,
in
brief
,
the
beautiful
world
of
blossom
and
love
and
friendship
had
lost
none
of
its
power
to
please
her
fancy
and
thrill
her
heart
,
that
life
still
called
to
her
with
many
insistent
voices
.
“
It
seems
like
disloyalty
to
Matthew
,
somehow
,
to
find
pleasure
in
these
things
now
that
he
has
gone
,
”
she
said
wistfully
to
Mrs
.
Allan
one
evening
when
they
were
together
in
the
manse
garden
.
“
I
miss
him
so
much
—
all
the
time
—
and
yet
,
Mrs
.
Allan
,
the
world
and
life
seem
very
beautiful
and
interesting
to
me
for
all
.
Today
Diana
said
something
funny
and
I
found
myself
laughing
.
I
thought
when
it
happened
I
could
never
laugh
again
.
And
it
somehow
seems
as
if
I
oughtn
’
t
to
.
”
“
When
Matthew
was
here
he
liked
to
hear
you
laugh
and
he
liked
to
know
that
you
found
pleasure
in
the
pleasant
things
around
you
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Allan
gently
.
“
He
is
just
away
now
;
and
he
likes
to
know
it
just
the
same
.
I
am
sure
we
should
not
shut
our
hearts
against
the
healing
influences
that
nature
offers
us
.
But
I
can
understand
your
feeling
.
I
think
we
all
experience
the
same
thing
.
We
resent
the
thought
that
anything
can
please
us
when
someone
we
love
is
no
longer
here
to
share
the
pleasure
with
us
,
and
we
almost
feel
as
if
we
were
unfaithful
to
our
sorrow
when
we
find
our
interest
in
life
returning
to
us
.
”
“
I
was
down
to
the
graveyard
to
plant
a
rosebush
on
Matthew
’
s
grave
this
afternoon
,
”
said
Anne
dreamily
.
“
I
took
a
slip
of
the
little
white
Scotch
rosebush
his
mother
brought
out
from
Scotland
long
ago
;
Matthew
always
liked
those
roses
the
best
—
they
were
so
small
and
sweet
on
their
thorny
stems
.
It
made
me
feel
glad
that
I
could
plant
it
by
his
grave
—
as
if
I
were
doing
something
that
must
please
him
in
taking
it
there
to
be
near
him
.
I
hope
he
has
roses
like
them
in
heaven
.
Perhaps
the
souls
of
all
those
little
white
roses
that
he
has
loved
so
many
summers
were
all
there
to
meet
him
.
I
must
go
home
now
.
Marilla
is
all
alone
and
she
gets
lonely
at
twilight
.
”
