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Anne
realized
that
Marilla
was
not
to
be
moved
.
She
clasped
her
hands
together
,
gave
a
piercing
shriek
,
and
then
flung
herself
face
downward
on
the
bed
,
crying
and
writhing
in
an
utter
abandonment
of
disappointment
and
despair
.
“
For
the
land
’
s
sake
!
”
gasped
Marilla
,
hastening
from
the
room
.
“
I
believe
the
child
is
crazy
.
No
child
in
her
senses
would
behave
as
she
does
.
If
she
isn
’
t
she
’
s
utterly
bad
.
Oh
dear
,
I
’
m
afraid
Rachel
was
right
from
the
first
.
But
I
’
ve
put
my
hand
to
the
plow
and
I
won
’
t
look
back
.
”
That
was
a
dismal
morning
.
Marilla
worked
fiercely
and
scrubbed
the
porch
floor
and
the
dairy
shelves
when
she
could
find
nothing
else
to
do
.
Neither
the
shelves
nor
the
porch
needed
it
—
but
Marilla
did
.
Then
she
went
out
and
raked
the
yard
.
When
dinner
was
ready
she
went
to
the
stairs
and
called
Anne
.
A
tear
-
stained
face
appeared
,
looking
tragically
over
the
banisters
.
“
Come
down
to
your
dinner
,
Anne
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
want
any
dinner
,
Marilla
,
”
said
Anne
,
sobbingly
.
“
I
couldn
’
t
eat
anything
.
My
heart
is
broken
.
You
’
ll
feel
remorse
of
conscience
someday
,
I
expect
,
for
breaking
it
,
Marilla
,
but
I
forgive
you
.
Remember
when
the
time
comes
that
I
forgive
you
.
But
please
don
’
t
ask
me
to
eat
anything
,
especially
boiled
pork
and
greens
.
Boiled
pork
and
greens
are
so
unromantic
when
one
is
in
affliction
.
”
Exasperated
,
Marilla
returned
to
the
kitchen
and
poured
out
her
tale
of
woe
to
Matthew
,
who
,
between
his
sense
of
justice
and
his
unlawful
sympathy
with
Anne
,
was
a
miserable
man
.
“
Well
now
,
she
shouldn
’
t
have
taken
the
brooch
,
Marilla
,
or
told
stories
about
it
,
”
he
admitted
,
mournfully
surveying
his
plateful
of
unromantic
pork
and
greens
as
if
he
,
like
Anne
,
thought
it
a
food
unsuited
to
crises
of
feeling
,
“
but
she
’
s
such
a
little
thing
—
such
an
interesting
little
thing
.
Don
’
t
you
think
it
’
s
pretty
rough
not
to
let
her
go
to
the
picnic
when
she
’
s
so
set
on
it
?
”
“
Matthew
Cuthbert
,
I
’
m
amazed
at
you
.
I
think
I
’
ve
let
her
off
entirely
too
easy
.
And
she
doesn
’
t
appear
to
realize
how
wicked
she
’
s
been
at
all
—
that
’
s
what
worries
me
most
.
If
she
’
d
really
felt
sorry
it
wouldn
’
t
be
so
bad
.
And
you
don
’
t
seem
to
realize
it
,
neither
;
you
’
re
making
excuses
for
her
all
the
time
to
yourself
—
I
can
see
that
.
”
