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Then
poor
Davy
betook
himself
to
a
secluded
retreat
behind
the
woodpile
to
think
over
the
way
of
transgressors
.
Green
Gables
was
wrapped
in
darkness
and
silence
when
Anne
reached
home
.
She
lost
no
time
going
to
bed
,
for
she
was
very
tired
and
sleepy
.
There
had
been
several
Avonlea
jollifications
the
preceding
week
,
involving
rather
late
hours
.
Anne
's
head
was
hardly
on
her
pillow
before
she
was
half
asleep
;
but
just
then
her
door
was
softly
opened
and
a
pleading
voice
said
,
"
Anne
.
"
Anne
sat
up
drowsily
.
"
Davy
,
is
that
you
?
What
is
the
matter
?
"
A
white-clad
figure
flung
itself
across
the
floor
and
on
to
the
bed
.
"
Anne
,
"
sobbed
Davy
,
getting
his
arms
about
her
neck
.
"
I
'm
awful
glad
you
're
home
.
I
could
n't
go
to
sleep
till
I
'd
told
somebody
.
"
"
Told
somebody
what
?
"
"
How
mis
'
rubul
I
am
.
"
"
Why
are
you
miserable
,
dear
?
"
"'
Cause
I
was
so
bad
today
,
Anne
.
Oh
,
I
was
awful
bad
--
badder
'n
I
've
ever
been
yet
.
"
