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“
Well
now
—
no
—
not
exactly
,
”
said
Matthew
uneasily
.
“
I
reckon
she
ought
to
be
punished
a
little
.
But
don
’
t
be
too
hard
on
her
,
Marilla
.
Recollect
she
hasn
’
t
ever
had
anyone
to
teach
her
right
.
You
’
re
—
you
’
re
going
to
give
her
something
to
eat
,
aren
’
t
you
?
”
“
When
did
you
ever
hear
of
me
starving
people
into
good
behavior
?
”
demanded
Marilla
indignantly
.
“
She
’
ll
have
her
meals
regular
,
and
I
’
ll
carry
them
up
to
her
myself
.
But
she
’
ll
stay
up
there
until
she
’
s
willing
to
apologize
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
and
that
’
s
final
,
Matthew
.
”
Breakfast
,
dinner
,
and
supper
were
very
silent
meals
—
for
Anne
still
remained
obdurate
.
After
each
meal
Marilla
carried
a
well
-
filled
tray
to
the
east
gable
and
brought
it
down
later
on
not
noticeably
depleted
.
Matthew
eyed
its
last
descent
with
a
troubled
eye
.
Had
Anne
eaten
anything
at
all
?
When
Marilla
went
out
that
evening
to
bring
the
cows
from
the
back
pasture
,
Matthew
,
who
had
been
hanging
about
the
barns
and
watching
,
slipped
into
the
house
with
the
air
of
a
burglar
and
crept
upstairs
.
As
a
general
thing
Matthew
gravitated
between
the
kitchen
and
the
little
bedroom
off
the
hall
where
he
slept
;
once
in
a
while
he
ventured
uncomfortably
into
the
parlor
or
sitting
room
when
the
minister
came
to
tea
.
But
he
had
never
been
upstairs
in
his
own
house
since
the
spring
he
helped
Marilla
paper
the
spare
bedroom
,
and
that
was
four
years
ago
.
He
tiptoed
along
the
hall
and
stood
for
several
minutes
outside
the
door
of
the
east
gable
before
he
summoned
courage
to
tap
on
it
with
his
fingers
and
then
open
the
door
to
peep
in
.
Anne
was
sitting
on
the
yellow
chair
by
the
window
gazing
mournfully
out
into
the
garden
.
Very
small
and
unhappy
she
looked
,
and
Matthew
’
s
heart
smote
him
.
He
softly
closed
the
door
and
tiptoed
over
to
her
.
“
Anne
,
”
he
whispered
,
as
if
afraid
of
being
overheard
,
“
how
are
you
making
it
,
Anne
?
”
Anne
smiled
wanly
.
“
Pretty
well
.
I
imagine
a
good
deal
,
and
that
helps
to
pass
the
time
.
Of
course
,
it
’
s
rather
lonesome
.
But
then
,
I
may
as
well
get
used
to
that
.
”
