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Marilla
,
looking
old
and
worn
and
tired
,
got
up
and
marched
Davy
grimly
out
of
the
kitchen
.
"
Oh
,
DO
N'T
look
so
,
dear
,
"
said
Mrs.
Rachel
,
putting
her
kind
old
arms
about
the
pallid
girl
.
"
I
have
n't
given
up
hope
,
indeed
I
have
n't
.
He
's
got
the
Blythe
constitution
in
his
favor
,
that
's
what
.
"
Anne
gently
put
Mrs.
Lynde
's
arms
away
from
her
,
walked
blindly
across
the
kitchen
,
through
the
hall
,
up
the
stairs
to
her
old
room
.
At
its
window
she
knelt
down
,
staring
out
unseeingly
.
It
was
very
dark
.
The
rain
was
beating
down
over
the
shivering
fields
.
The
Haunted
Woods
was
full
of
the
groans
of
mighty
trees
wrung
in
the
tempest
,
and
the
air
throbbed
with
the
thunderous
crash
of
billows
on
the
distant
shore
.
And
Gilbert
was
dying
!
There
is
a
book
of
Revelation
in
every
one
's
life
,
as
there
is
in
the
Bible
.
Anne
read
hers
that
bitter
night
,
as
she
kept
her
agonized
vigil
through
the
hours
of
storm
and
darkness
.
She
loved
Gilbert
--
had
always
loved
him
!
She
knew
that
now
.
She
knew
that
she
could
no
more
cast
him
out
of
her
life
without
agony
than
she
could
have
cut
off
her
right
hand
and
cast
it
from
her
.
And
the
knowledge
had
come
too
late
--
too
late
even
for
the
bitter
solace
of
being
with
him
at
the
last
.
If
she
had
not
been
so
blind
--
so
foolish
--
she
would
have
had
the
right
to
go
to
him
now
.
But
he
would
never
know
that
she
loved
him
--
he
would
go
away
from
this
life
thinking
that
she
did
not
care
.
Oh
,
the
black
years
of
emptiness
stretching
before
her
!
She
could
not
live
through
them
--
she
could
not
!
She
cowered
down
by
her
window
and
wished
,
for
the
first
time
in
her
gay
young
life
,
that
she
could
die
,
too
.
If
Gilbert
went
away
from
her
,
without
one
word
or
sign
or
message
,
she
could
not
live
.
Nothing
was
of
any
value
without
him
.
She
belonged
to
him
and
he
to
her
.
In
her
hour
of
supreme
agony
she
had
no
doubt
of
that
.
He
did
not
love
Christine
Stuart
--
never
had
loved
Christine
Stuart
.
Oh
,
what
a
fool
she
had
been
not
to
realize
what
the
bond
was
that
had
held
her
to
Gilbert
--
to
think
that
the
flattered
fancy
she
had
felt
for
Roy
Gardner
had
been
love
.
And
now
she
must
pay
for
her
folly
as
for
a
crime
.
Mrs.
Lynde
and
Marilla
crept
to
her
door
before
they
went
to
bed
,
shook
their
heads
doubtfully
at
each
other
over
the
silence
,
and
went
away
.
The
storm
raged
all
night
,
but
when
the
dawn
came
it
was
spent
.
Anne
saw
a
fairy
fringe
of
light
on
the
skirts
of
darkness
.
Soon
the
eastern
hilltops
had
a
fire-shot
ruby
rim
.
The
clouds
rolled
themselves
away
into
great
,
soft
,
white
masses
on
the
horizon
;
the
sky
gleamed
blue
and
silvery
.
A
hush
fell
over
the
world
.
Anne
rose
from
her
knees
and
crept
downstairs
.
The
freshness
of
the
rain-wind
blew
against
her
white
face
as
she
went
out
into
the
yard
,
and
cooled
her
dry
,
burning
eyes
.
A
merry
rollicking
whistle
was
lilting
up
the
lane
.
A
moment
later
Pacifique
Buote
came
in
sight
.
Anne
's
physical
strength
suddenly
failed
her
.
If
she
had
not
clutched
at
a
low
willow
bough
she
would
have
fallen
.
Pacifique
was
George
Fletcher
's
hired
man
,
and
George
Fletcher
lived
next
door
to
the
Blythes
.
Mrs.
Fletcher
was
Gilbert
's
aunt
.
Pacifique
would
know
if
--
if
--
Pacifique
would
know
what
there
was
to
be
known
.
Pacifique
strode
sturdily
on
along
the
red
lane
,
whistling
.
He
did
not
see
Anne
.
She
made
three
futile
attempts
to
call
him
.
He
was
almost
past
before
she
succeeded
in
making
her
quivering
lips
call
,
"
Pacifique
!
"
