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But
it
’
s
likely
He
did
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
I
’
ve
been
trying
to
imagine
it
all
out
—
her
edging
a
little
nearer
all
the
time
until
she
was
quite
close
to
Him
;
and
then
He
would
look
at
her
and
put
His
hand
on
her
hair
and
oh
,
such
a
thrill
of
joy
as
would
run
over
her
!
But
I
wish
the
artist
hadn
’
t
painted
Him
so
sorrowful
looking
.
All
His
pictures
are
like
that
,
if
you
’
ve
noticed
.
But
I
don
’
t
believe
He
could
really
have
looked
so
sad
or
the
children
would
have
been
afraid
of
Him
.
”
“
Anne
,
”
said
Marilla
,
wondering
why
she
had
not
broken
into
this
speech
long
before
,
“
you
shouldn
’
t
talk
that
way
.
It
’
s
irreverent
—
positively
irreverent
.
”
Anne
’
s
eyes
marveled
.
“
Why
,
I
felt
just
as
reverent
as
could
be
.
I
’
m
sure
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
be
irreverent
.
”
“
Well
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
did
—
but
it
doesn
’
t
sound
right
to
talk
so
familiarly
about
such
things
.
And
another
thing
,
Anne
,
when
I
send
you
after
something
you
’
re
to
bring
it
at
once
and
not
fall
into
mooning
and
imagining
before
pictures
.
Remember
that
.
Take
that
card
and
come
right
to
the
kitchen
.
Now
,
sit
down
in
the
corner
and
learn
that
prayer
off
by
heart
.
”
Anne
set
the
card
up
against
the
jugful
of
apple
blossoms
she
had
brought
in
to
decorate
the
dinner
-
table
—
Marilla
had
eyed
that
decoration
askance
,
but
had
said
nothing
—
propped
her
chin
on
her
hands
,
and
fell
to
studying
it
intently
for
several
silent
minutes
.
“
I
like
this
,
”
she
announced
at
length
.
“
It
’
s
beautiful
.
I
’
ve
heard
it
before
—
I
heard
the
superintendent
of
the
asylum
Sunday
school
say
it
over
once
.
But
I
didn
’
t
like
it
then
.
He
had
such
a
cracked
voice
and
he
prayed
it
so
mournfully
.
I
really
felt
sure
he
thought
praying
was
a
disagreeable
duty
.
This
isn
’
t
poetry
,
but
it
makes
me
feel
just
the
same
way
poetry
does
.
‘
Our
Father
who
art
in
heaven
hallowed
be
Thy
name
.
’
That
is
just
like
a
line
of
music
.
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
glad
you
thought
of
making
me
learn
this
,
Miss
—
Marilla
.
”
“
Well
,
learn
it
and
hold
your
tongue
,
”
said
Marilla
shortly
.
Anne
tipped
the
vase
of
apple
blossoms
near
enough
to
bestow
a
soft
kiss
on
a
pink
-
cupped
bud
,
and
then
studied
diligently
for
some
moments
longer
.
