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"
No
--
no
,
"
said
Anne
eagerly
.
"
I
do
n't
care
for
any
one
like
THAT
--
and
I
LIKE
you
better
than
anybody
else
in
the
world
,
Gilbert
.
And
we
must
--
we
must
go
on
being
friends
,
Gilbert
.
"
Gilbert
gave
a
bitter
little
laugh
.
"
Friends
!
Your
friendship
ca
n't
satisfy
me
,
Anne
.
I
want
your
love
--
and
you
tell
me
I
can
never
have
that
.
"
"
I
'm
sorry
.
Forgive
me
,
Gilbert
,
"
was
all
Anne
could
say
.
Where
,
oh
,
where
were
all
the
gracious
and
graceful
speeches
wherewith
,
in
imagination
,
she
had
been
wont
to
dismiss
rejected
suitors
?
Gilbert
released
her
hand
gently
.
"
There
is
n't
anything
to
forgive
.
There
have
been
times
when
I
thought
you
did
care
.
I
've
deceived
myself
,
that
's
all
.
Goodbye
,
Anne
.
"
Anne
got
herself
to
her
room
,
sat
down
on
her
window
seat
behind
the
pines
,
and
cried
bitterly
.
She
felt
as
if
something
incalculably
precious
had
gone
out
of
her
life
.
It
was
Gilbert
's
friendship
,
of
course
.
Oh
,
why
must
she
lose
it
after
this
fashion
?
"
What
is
the
matter
,
honey
?
"
asked
Phil
,
coming
in
through
the
moonlit
gloom
.
Anne
did
not
answer
.
At
that
moment
she
wished
Phil
were
a
thousand
miles
away
.
"
I
suppose
you
've
gone
and
refused
Gilbert
Blythe
.
You
are
an
idiot
,
Anne
Shirley
!
"
