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“
Well
,
I
will
,
”
said
Marilla
,
reflecting
that
it
would
probably
be
the
wiser
course
.
“
Don
’
t
cry
any
more
,
Anne
.
It
will
be
all
right
.
”
Marilla
had
changed
her
mind
about
it
being
all
right
by
the
time
she
got
back
from
Orchard
Slope
.
Anne
was
watching
for
her
coming
and
flew
to
the
porch
door
to
meet
her
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
I
know
by
your
face
that
it
’
s
been
no
use
,
”
she
said
sorrowfully
.
“
Mrs
.
Barry
won
’
t
forgive
me
?
”
“
Mrs
.
Barry
indeed
!
”
snapped
Marilla
.
“
Of
all
the
unreasonable
women
I
ever
saw
she
’
s
the
worst
.
I
told
her
it
was
all
a
mistake
and
you
weren
’
t
to
blame
,
but
she
just
simply
didn
’
t
believe
me
.
And
she
rubbed
it
well
in
about
my
currant
wine
and
how
I
’
d
always
said
it
couldn
’
t
have
the
least
effect
on
anybody
.
I
just
told
her
plainly
that
currant
wine
wasn
’
t
meant
to
be
drunk
three
tumblerfuls
at
a
time
and
that
if
a
child
I
had
to
do
with
was
so
greedy
I
’
d
sober
her
up
with
a
right
good
spanking
.
”
Marilla
whisked
into
the
kitchen
,
grievously
disturbed
,
leaving
a
very
much
distracted
little
soul
in
the
porch
behind
her
.
Presently
Anne
stepped
out
bareheaded
into
the
chill
autumn
dusk
;
very
determinedly
and
steadily
she
took
her
way
down
through
the
sere
clover
field
over
the
log
bridge
and
up
through
the
spruce
grove
,
lighted
by
a
pale
little
moon
hanging
low
over
the
western
woods
.
Mrs
.
Barry
,
coming
to
the
door
in
answer
to
a
timid
knock
,
found
a
white
-
lipped
eager
-
eyed
suppliant
on
the
doorstep
.
Her
face
hardened
.
Mrs
.
Barry
was
a
woman
of
strong
prejudices
and
dislikes
,
and
her
anger
was
of
the
cold
,
sullen
sort
which
is
always
hardest
to
overcome
.
To
do
her
justice
,
she
really
believed
Anne
had
made
Diana
drunk
out
of
sheer
malice
prepense
,
and
she
was
honestly
anxious
to
preserve
her
little
daughter
from
the
contamination
of
further
intimacy
with
such
a
child
.
“
What
do
you
want
?
”
she
said
stiffly
.
Anne
clasped
her
hands
.
“
Oh
,
Mrs
.
Barry
,
please
forgive
me
.
I
did
not
mean
to
—
to
—
intoxicate
Diana
.
How
could
I
?
Just
imagine
if
you
were
a
poor
little
orphan
girl
that
kind
people
had
adopted
and
you
had
just
one
bosom
friend
in
all
the
world
.
Do
you
think
you
would
intoxicate
her
on
purpose
?
I
thought
it
was
only
raspberry
cordial
.
I
was
firmly
convinced
it
was
raspberry
cordial
.
Oh
,
please
don
’
t
say
that
you
won
’
t
let
Diana
play
with
me
any
more
.
If
you
do
you
will
cover
my
life
with
a
dark
cloud
of
woe
.
