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Marilla
went
to
town
the
next
day
and
returned
in
the
evening
.
Anne
had
gone
over
to
Orchard
Slope
with
Diana
and
came
back
to
find
Marilla
in
the
kitchen
,
sitting
by
the
table
with
her
head
leaning
on
her
hand
.
Something
in
her
dejected
attitude
struck
a
chill
to
Anne
’
s
heart
.
She
had
never
seen
Marilla
sit
limply
inert
like
that
.
“
Are
you
very
tired
,
Marilla
?
”
“
Yes
—
no
—
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
said
Marilla
wearily
,
looking
up
.
“
I
suppose
I
am
tired
but
I
haven
’
t
thought
about
it
.
It
’
s
not
that
.
”
“
Did
you
see
the
oculist
?
What
did
he
say
?
”
asked
Anne
anxiously
.
“
Yes
,
I
saw
him
.
He
examined
my
eyes
.
He
says
that
if
I
give
up
all
reading
and
sewing
entirely
and
any
kind
of
work
that
strains
the
eyes
,
and
if
I
’
m
careful
not
to
cry
,
and
if
I
wear
the
glasses
he
’
s
given
me
he
thinks
my
eyes
may
not
get
any
worse
and
my
headaches
will
be
cured
.
But
if
I
don
’
t
he
says
I
’
ll
certainly
be
stone
-
blind
in
six
months
.
Blind
!
Anne
,
just
think
of
it
!
”
For
a
minute
Anne
,
after
her
first
quick
exclamation
of
dismay
,
was
silent
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
she
could
not
speak
.
Then
she
said
bravely
,
but
with
a
catch
in
her
voice
:
“
Marilla
,
don
’
t
think
of
it
.
You
know
he
has
given
you
hope
.
If
you
are
careful
you
won
’
t
lose
your
sight
altogether
;
and
if
his
glasses
cure
your
headaches
it
will
be
a
great
thing
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
call
it
much
hope
,
”
said
Marilla
bitterly
.
“
What
am
I
to
live
for
if
I
can
’
t
read
or
sew
or
do
anything
like
that
?
I
might
as
well
be
blind
—
or
dead
.
And
as
for
crying
,
I
can
’
t
help
that
when
I
get
lonesome
.
But
there
,
it
’
s
no
good
talking
about
it
.
If
you
’
ll
get
me
a
cup
of
tea
I
’
ll
be
thankful
.
I
’
m
about
done
out
.
Don
’
t
say
anything
about
this
to
any
one
for
a
spell
yet
,
anyway
.
I
can
’
t
bear
that
folks
should
come
here
to
question
and
sympathize
and
talk
about
it
.
”
When
Marilla
had
eaten
her
lunch
Anne
persuaded
her
to
go
to
bed
.
Then
Anne
went
herself
to
the
east
gable
and
sat
down
by
her
window
in
the
darkness
alone
with
her
tears
and
her
heaviness
of
heart
.
How
sadly
things
had
changed
since
she
had
sat
there
the
night
after
coming
home
!
Then
she
had
been
full
of
hope
and
joy
and
the
future
had
looked
rosy
with
promise
.
Anne
felt
as
if
she
had
lived
years
since
then
,
but
before
she
went
to
bed
there
was
a
smile
on
her
lips
and
peace
in
her
heart
.
She
had
looked
her
duty
courageously
in
the
face
and
found
it
a
friend
—
as
duty
ever
is
when
we
meet
it
frankly
.
