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“
Did
you
ever
go
to
school
?
”
demanded
Marilla
,
turning
the
sorrel
mare
down
the
shore
road
.
“
Not
a
great
deal
.
I
went
a
little
the
last
year
I
stayed
with
Mrs
.
Thomas
.
When
I
went
up
river
we
were
so
far
from
a
school
that
I
couldn
’
t
walk
it
in
winter
and
there
was
a
vacation
in
summer
,
so
I
could
only
go
in
the
spring
and
fall
.
But
of
course
I
went
while
I
was
at
the
asylum
.
I
can
read
pretty
well
and
I
know
ever
so
many
pieces
of
poetry
off
by
heart
—
‘
The
Battle
of
Hohenlinden
’
and
‘
Edinburgh
after
Flodden
,
’
and
‘
Bingen
of
the
Rhine
,
’
and
most
of
the
‘
Lady
of
the
Lake
’
and
most
of
‘
The
Seasons
’
by
James
Thompson
.
Don
’
t
you
just
love
poetry
that
gives
you
a
crinkly
feeling
up
and
down
your
back
?
There
is
a
piece
in
the
Fifth
Reader
—
‘
The
Downfall
of
Poland
’
—
that
is
just
full
of
thrills
.
Of
course
,
I
wasn
’
t
in
the
Fifth
Reader
—
I
was
only
in
the
Fourth
—
but
the
big
girls
used
to
lend
me
theirs
to
read
.
”
“
Were
those
women
—
Mrs
.
Thomas
and
Mrs
.
Hammond
—
good
to
you
?
”
asked
Marilla
,
looking
at
Anne
out
of
the
corner
of
her
eye
.
“
O
-
o
-
o
-
h
,
”
faltered
Anne
.
Her
sensitive
little
face
suddenly
flushed
scarlet
and
embarrassment
sat
on
her
brow
.
“
Oh
,
they
meant
to
be
—
I
know
they
meant
to
be
just
as
good
and
kind
as
possible
.
And
when
people
mean
to
be
good
to
you
,
you
don
’
t
mind
very
much
when
they
’
re
not
quite
—
always
.
They
had
a
good
deal
to
worry
them
,
you
know
.
It
’
s
a
very
trying
to
have
a
drunken
husband
,
you
see
;
and
it
must
be
very
trying
to
have
twins
three
times
in
succession
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
But
I
feel
sure
they
meant
to
be
good
to
me
.
”
Marilla
asked
no
more
questions
.
Anne
gave
herself
up
to
a
silent
rapture
over
the
shore
road
and
Marilla
guided
the
sorrel
abstractedly
while
she
pondered
deeply
.
Pity
was
suddenly
stirring
in
her
heart
for
the
child
.
What
a
starved
,
unloved
life
she
had
had
—
a
life
of
drudgery
and
poverty
and
neglect
;
for
Marilla
was
shrewd
enough
to
read
between
the
lines
of
Anne
’
s
history
and
divine
the
truth
.
No
wonder
she
had
been
so
delighted
at
the
prospect
of
a
real
home
.
It
was
a
pity
she
had
to
be
sent
back
.
What
if
she
,
Marilla
,
should
indulge
Matthew
’
s
unaccountable
whim
and
let
her
stay
?
He
was
set
on
it
;
and
the
child
seemed
a
nice
,
teachable
little
thing
.
“
She
’
s
got
too
much
to
say
,
”
thought
Marilla
,
“
but
she
might
be
trained
out
of
that
.
And
there
’
s
nothing
rude
or
slangy
in
what
she
does
say
.
She
’
s
ladylike
.
It
’
s
likely
her
people
were
nice
folks
.
”
The
shore
road
was
“
woodsy
and
wild
and
lonesome
.
”
On
the
right
hand
,
scrub
firs
,
their
spirits
quite
unbroken
by
long
years
of
tussle
with
the
gulf
winds
,
grew
thickly
.
On
the
left
were
the
steep
red
sandstone
cliffs
,
so
near
the
track
in
places
that
a
mare
of
less
steadiness
than
the
sorrel
might
have
tried
the
nerves
of
the
people
behind
her
.
Down
at
the
base
of
the
cliffs
were
heaps
of
surf
-
worn
rocks
or
little
sandy
coves
inlaid
with
pebbles
as
with
ocean
jewels
;
beyond
lay
the
sea
,
shimmering
and
blue
,
and
over
it
soared
the
gulls
,
their
pinions
flashing
silvery
in
the
sunlight
.
“
Isn
’
t
the
sea
wonderful
?
”
said
Anne
,
rousing
from
a
long
,
wide
-
eyed
silence
.
“
Once
,
when
I
lived
in
Marysville
,
Mr
.
Thomas
hired
an
express
wagon
and
took
us
all
to
spend
the
day
at
the
shore
ten
miles
away
.
I
enjoyed
every
moment
of
that
day
,
even
if
I
had
to
look
after
the
children
all
the
time
.
I
lived
it
over
in
happy
dreams
for
years
.
But
this
shore
is
nicer
than
the
Marysville
shore
.
Aren
’
t
those
gulls
splendid
?
Would
you
like
to
be
a
gull
?
I
think
I
would
—
that
is
,
if
I
couldn
’
t
be
a
human
girl
.
Don
’
t
you
think
it
would
be
nice
to
wake
up
at
sunrise
and
swoop
down
over
the
water
and
away
out
over
that
lovely
blue
all
day
;
and
then
at
night
to
fly
back
to
one
’
s
nest
?
Oh
,
I
can
just
imagine
myself
doing
it
.
What
big
house
is
that
just
ahead
,
please
?
”
