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Chapter XX. A Good Imagination Gone Wrong

           Bitterlydidsherepentthelicenseshehadgiventoherimagination.Thegoblinsofherfancylurkedineveryshadowabouther,reachingouttheircold,fleshlesshandstograsptheterrifiedsmallgirlwhohadcalledthemintobeing.Awhitestripofbirchbarkblowingupfromthehollowoverthebrownfloorofthegrovemadeherheartstandstill.Thelong-drawnwailoftwooldboughsrubbingagainsteachotherbroughtouttheperspirationinbeadsonherforehead.Theswoopofbatsinthedarknessoverherwasasthewingsofunearthlycreatures.WhenshereachedMr.WilliamBell’sfieldshefledacrossitasifpursuedbyanarmyofwhitethings,andarrivedattheBarrykitchendoorsooutofbreaththatshecouldhardlygaspoutherrequestfortheapronpattern.Dianawasawaysothatshehadnoexcusetolinger.Thedreadfulreturnjourneyhadtobefaced.Annewentbackoveritwithshuteyes,preferringtotaketheriskofdashingherbrainsoutamongtheboughstothatofseeingawhitething.Whenshefinallystumbledoverthelogbridgeshedrewonelongshiveringbreathofrelief.

           “Well,sonothingcaughtyou?”saidMarillaunsympathetically.

           “Oh,Mar—Marilla,”chatteredAnne,“I’llb-b-becontt-tentedwithc-c-commonplaceplacesafterthis.”

           

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