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The
fact
that
he
was
a
minister
--
or
going
to
be
one
--
persisted
in
seeming
a
huge
joke
to
me
.
"
Well
,
Jonas
preached
.
And
,
by
the
time
he
had
preached
ten
minutes
,
I
felt
so
small
and
insignificant
that
I
thought
I
must
be
invisible
to
the
naked
eye
.
Jonas
never
said
a
word
about
women
and
he
never
looked
at
me
.
But
I
realized
then
and
there
what
a
pitiful
,
frivolous
,
small-souled
little
butterfly
I
was
,
and
how
horribly
different
I
must
be
from
Jonas
'
ideal
woman
.
SHE
would
be
grand
and
strong
and
noble
.
He
was
so
earnest
and
tender
and
true
.
He
was
everything
a
minister
ought
to
be
.
I
wondered
how
I
could
ever
have
thought
him
ugly
--
but
he
really
is
!
--
with
those
inspired
eyes
and
that
intellectual
brow
which
the
roughly-falling
hair
hid
on
week
days
.
"
It
was
a
splendid
sermon
and
I
could
have
listened
to
it
forever
,
and
it
made
me
feel
utterly
wretched
.
Oh
,
I
wish
I
was
like
YOU
,
Anne
.
"
He
caught
up
with
me
on
the
road
home
,
and
grinned
as
cheerfully
as
usual
.
But
his
grin
could
never
deceive
me
again
.
I
had
seen
the
REAL
Jonas
.
I
wondered
if
he
could
ever
see
the
REAL
PHIL
--
whom
NOBODY
,
not
even
you
,
Anne
,
has
ever
seen
yet
.
"'
Jonas
,
'
I
said
--
I
forgot
to
call
him
Mr.
Blake
.
Was
n't
it
dreadful
?
But
there
are
times
when
things
like
that
do
n't
matter
--
'
Jonas
,
you
were
born
to
be
a
minister
.
You
COULD
N'T
be
anything
else
.
'
"'
No
,
I
could
n't
,
'
he
said
soberly
.
'
I
tried
to
be
something
else
for
a
long
time
--
I
did
n't
want
to
be
a
minister
.
But
I
came
to
see
at
last
that
it
was
the
work
given
me
to
do
--
and
God
helping
me
,
I
shall
try
to
do
it
.
'
"
His
voice
was
low
and
reverent
I
thought
that
he
would
do
his
work
and
do
it
well
and
nobly
;
and
happy
the
woman
fitted
by
nature
and
training
to
help
him
do
it
.
SHE
would
be
no
feather
,
blown
about
by
every
fickle
wind
of
fancy
.
SHE
would
always
know
what
hat
to
put
on
.
Probably
she
would
have
only
one
.
Ministers
never
have
much
money
.
But
she
would
n't
mind
having
one
hat
or
none
at
all
,
because
she
would
have
Jonas
.
"
Anne
Shirley
,
do
n't
you
dare
to
say
or
hint
or
think
that
I
've
fallen
in
love
with
Mr.
Blake
.
Could
I
care
for
a
lank
,
poor
,
ugly
theologue
--
named
Jonas
?
As
Uncle
Mark
says
,
'
It
's
impossible
,
and
what
's
more
it
's
improbable
.
'
"
Good
night
,
PHIL
.
"
