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But
Matthew
was
gone
,
scared
at
his
own
success
.
He
fled
hastily
to
the
remotest
corner
of
the
horse
pasture
lest
Marilla
should
suspect
what
he
had
been
up
to
.
Marilla
herself
,
upon
her
return
to
the
house
,
was
agreeably
surprised
to
hear
a
plaintive
voice
calling
,
“
Marilla
”
over
the
banisters
.
“
Well
?
”
she
said
,
going
into
the
hall
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
I
lost
my
temper
and
said
rude
things
,
and
I
’
m
willing
to
go
and
tell
Mrs
.
Lynde
so
.
”
“
Very
well
.
”
Marilla
’
s
crispness
gave
no
sign
of
her
relief
.
She
had
been
wondering
what
under
the
canopy
she
should
do
if
Anne
did
not
give
in
.
“
I
’
ll
take
you
down
after
milking
.
”
Accordingly
,
after
milking
,
behold
Marilla
and
Anne
walking
down
the
lane
,
the
former
erect
and
triumphant
,
the
latter
drooping
and
dejected
.
But
halfway
down
Anne
’
s
dejection
vanished
as
if
by
enchantment
.
She
lifted
her
head
and
stepped
lightly
along
,
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
sunset
sky
and
an
air
of
subdued
exhilaration
about
her
.
Marilla
beheld
the
change
disapprovingly
.
This
was
no
meek
penitent
such
as
it
behooved
her
to
take
into
the
presence
of
the
offended
Mrs
.
Lynde
.
“
What
are
you
thinking
of
,
Anne
?
”
she
asked
sharply
.
“
I
’
m
imagining
out
what
I
must
say
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
”
answered
Anne
dreamily
.
This
was
satisfactory
—
or
should
have
been
so
.
But
Marilla
could
not
rid
herself
of
the
notion
that
something
in
her
scheme
of
punishment
was
going
askew
.
Anne
had
no
business
to
look
so
rapt
and
radiant
.
Rapt
and
radiant
Anne
continued
until
they
were
in
the
very
presence
of
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
who
was
sitting
knitting
by
her
kitchen
window
.
Then
the
radiance
vanished
.
Mournful
penitence
appeared
on
every
feature
.
