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Anne
smiled
again
,
bravely
facing
the
long
years
of
solitary
imprisonment
before
her
.
Matthew
recollected
that
he
must
say
what
he
had
come
to
say
without
loss
of
time
,
lest
Marilla
return
prematurely
.
“
Well
now
,
Anne
,
don
’
t
you
think
you
’
d
better
do
it
and
have
it
over
with
?
”
he
whispered
.
“
It
’
ll
have
to
be
done
sooner
or
later
,
you
know
,
for
Marilla
’
s
a
dreadful
deter
-
mined
woman
—
dreadful
determined
,
Anne
.
Do
it
right
off
,
I
say
,
and
have
it
over
.
”
“
Do
you
mean
apologize
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
?
”
“
Yes
—
apologize
—
that
’
s
the
very
word
,
”
said
Matthew
eagerly
.
“
Just
smooth
it
over
so
to
speak
.
That
’
s
what
I
was
trying
to
get
at
.
”
“
I
suppose
I
could
do
it
to
oblige
you
,
”
said
Anne
thoughtfully
.
“
It
would
be
true
enough
to
say
I
am
sorry
,
because
I
am
sorry
now
.
I
wasn
’
t
a
bit
sorry
last
night
.
I
was
mad
clear
through
,
and
I
stayed
mad
all
night
.
I
know
I
did
because
I
woke
up
three
times
and
I
was
just
furious
every
time
.
But
this
morning
it
was
over
.
I
wasn
’
t
in
a
temper
anymore
—
and
it
left
a
dreadful
sort
of
goneness
,
too
.
I
felt
so
ashamed
of
myself
.
But
I
just
couldn
’
t
think
of
going
and
telling
Mrs
.
Lynde
so
.
It
would
be
so
humiliating
.
I
made
up
my
mind
I
’
d
stay
shut
up
here
forever
rather
than
do
that
.
But
still
—
I
’
d
do
anything
for
you
—
if
you
really
want
me
to
—
”
“
Well
now
,
of
course
I
do
.
It
’
s
terrible
lonesome
downstairs
without
you
.
Just
go
and
smooth
things
over
—
that
’
s
a
good
girl
.
”
“
Very
well
,
”
said
Anne
resignedly
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
Marilla
as
soon
as
she
comes
in
I
’
ve
repented
.
”
“
That
’
s
right
—
that
’
s
right
,
Anne
.
But
don
’
t
tell
Marilla
I
said
anything
about
it
.
She
might
think
I
was
putting
my
oar
in
and
I
promised
not
to
do
that
.
”
“
Wild
horses
won
’
t
drag
the
secret
from
me
,
”
promised
Anne
solemnly
.
“
How
would
wild
horses
drag
a
secret
from
a
person
anyhow
?
”
