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She
’
s
cast
it
over
Matthew
.
That
look
he
gave
me
when
he
went
out
said
everything
he
said
or
hinted
last
night
over
again
.
I
wish
he
was
like
other
men
and
would
talk
things
out
.
A
body
could
answer
back
then
and
argue
him
into
reason
.
But
what
’
s
to
be
done
with
a
man
who
just
looks
?
”
Anne
had
relapsed
into
reverie
,
with
her
chin
in
her
hands
and
her
eyes
on
the
sky
,
when
Marilla
returned
from
her
cellar
pilgrimage
.
There
Marilla
left
her
until
the
early
dinner
was
on
the
table
.
“
I
suppose
I
can
have
the
mare
and
buggy
this
afternoon
,
Matthew
?
”
said
Marilla
.
Matthew
nodded
and
looked
wistfully
at
Anne
.
Marilla
intercepted
the
look
and
said
grimly
:
“
I
’
m
going
to
drive
over
to
White
Sands
and
settle
this
thing
.
I
’
ll
take
Anne
with
me
and
Mrs
.
Spencer
will
probably
make
arrangements
to
send
her
back
to
Nova
Scotia
at
once
.
I
’
ll
set
your
tea
out
for
you
and
I
’
ll
be
home
in
time
to
milk
the
cows
.
”
Still
Matthew
said
nothing
and
Marilla
had
a
sense
of
having
wasted
words
and
breath
.
There
is
nothing
more
aggravating
than
a
man
who
won
’
t
talk
back
—
unless
it
is
a
woman
who
won
’
t
.
Matthew
hitched
the
sorrel
into
the
buggy
in
due
time
and
Marilla
and
Anne
set
off
.
Matthew
opened
the
yard
gate
for
them
and
as
they
drove
slowly
through
,
he
said
,
to
nobody
in
particular
as
it
seemed
:
“
Little
Jerry
Buote
from
the
Creek
was
here
this
morning
,
and
I
told
him
I
guessed
I
’
d
hire
him
for
the
summer
.
”
Marilla
made
no
reply
,
but
she
hit
the
unlucky
sorrel
such
a
vicious
clip
with
the
whip
that
the
fat
mare
,
unused
to
such
treatment
,
whizzed
indignantly
down
the
lane
at
an
alarming
pace
Marilla
looked
back
once
as
the
buggy
bounced
along
and
saw
that
aggravating
Matthew
leaning
over
the
gate
,
looking
wistfully
after
them
.
