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As
much
as
she
hated
Gilbert
,
however
,
did
she
love
Diana
,
with
all
the
love
of
her
passionate
little
heart
,
equally
intense
in
its
likes
and
dislikes
.
One
evening
Marilla
,
coming
in
from
the
orchard
with
a
basket
of
apples
,
found
Anne
sitting
along
by
the
east
window
in
the
twilight
,
crying
bitterly
.
“
Whatever
’
s
the
matter
now
,
Anne
?
”
she
asked
.
“
It
’
s
about
Diana
,
”
sobbed
Anne
luxuriously
.
“
I
love
Diana
so
,
Marilla
.
I
cannot
ever
live
without
her
.
But
I
know
very
well
when
we
grow
up
that
Diana
will
get
married
and
go
away
and
leave
me
.
And
oh
,
what
shall
I
do
?
I
hate
her
husband
—
I
just
hate
him
furiously
I
’
ve
been
imagining
it
all
out
—
the
wedding
and
everything
—
Diana
dressed
in
snowy
garments
,
with
a
veil
,
and
looking
as
beautiful
and
regal
as
a
queen
;
and
me
the
bridesmaid
,
with
a
lovely
dress
too
,
and
puffed
sleeves
,
but
with
a
breaking
heart
hid
beneath
my
smiling
face
.
And
then
bidding
Diana
goodbye
-
e
-
e
—
”
Here
Anne
broke
down
entirely
and
wept
with
increasing
bitterness
.
Marilla
turned
quickly
away
to
hide
her
twitching
face
;
but
it
was
no
use
;
she
collapsed
on
the
nearest
chair
and
burst
into
such
a
hearty
and
unusual
peal
of
laughter
that
Matthew
,
crossing
the
yard
outside
,
halted
in
amazement
.
When
had
he
heard
Marilla
laugh
like
that
before
?
“
Well
,
Anne
Shirley
,
”
said
Marilla
as
soon
as
she
could
speak
,
“
if
you
must
borrow
trouble
,
for
pity
’
s
sake
borrow
it
handier
home
.
I
should
think
you
had
an
imagination
,
sure
enough
.
”
October
was
a
beautiful
month
at
Green
Gables
,
when
the
birches
in
the
hollow
turned
as
golden
as
sunshine
and
the
maples
behind
the
orchard
were
royal
crimson
and
the
wild
cherry
trees
along
the
lane
put
on
the
loveliest
shades
of
dark
red
and
bronzy
green
,
while
the
fields
sunned
themselves
in
aftermaths
.
Anne
reveled
in
the
world
of
color
about
her
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
”
she
exclaimed
one
Saturday
morning
,
coming
dancing
in
with
her
arms
full
of
gorgeous
boughs
,
“
I
’
m
so
glad
I
live
in
a
world
where
there
are
Octobers
.
It
would
be
terrible
if
we
just
skipped
from
September
to
November
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
Look
at
these
maple
branches
.
Don
’
t
they
give
you
a
thrill
—
several
thrills
?
I
’
m
going
to
decorate
my
room
with
them
.
”
“
Messy
things
,
”
said
Marilla
,
whose
aesthetic
sense
was
not
noticeably
developed
.
“
You
clutter
up
your
room
entirely
too
much
with
out
-
of
-
doors
stuff
,
Anne
.
Bedrooms
were
made
to
sleep
in
.
”
