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Chapter XIV. Anne’s Confession

           ThatwaswhyIconfessed.Punishmeanywayyoulikebutthat.Oh,Marilla,please,please,letmegotothepicnic.Thinkoftheicecream!ForanythingyouknowImayneverhaveachancetotasteicecreamagain.”

           MarilladisengagedAnne’sclinginghandsstonily.

           “Youneedn’tplead,Anne.Youarenotgoingtothepicnicandthat’sfinal.No,notaword.”

           AnnerealizedthatMarillawasnottobemoved.Sheclaspedherhandstogether,gaveapiercingshriek,andthenflungherselffacedownwardonthebed,cryingandwrithinginanutterabandonmentofdisappointmentanddespair.

           “Fortheland’ssake!”gaspedMarilla,hasteningfromtheroom.“Ibelievethechildiscrazy.Nochildinhersenseswouldbehaveasshedoes.Ifsheisn’tshe’sutterlybad.Ohdear,I’mafraidRachelwasrightfromthefirst.ButI’veputmyhandtotheplowandIwon’tlookback.”

           Thatwasadismalmorning.Marillaworkedfiercelyandscrubbedtheporchfloorandthedairyshelveswhenshecouldfindnothingelsetodo.Neithertheshelvesnortheporchneededit—butMarilladid.Thenshewentoutandrakedtheyard.

           WhendinnerwasreadyshewenttothestairsandcalledAnne.Atear-stainedfaceappeared,lookingtragicallyoverthebanisters.

           “Comedowntoyourdinner,Anne.”

           “Idon’twantanydinner,Marilla,”saidAnne,sobbingly.“Icouldn’teatanything.Myheartisbroken.You’llfeelremorseofconsciencesomeday,Iexpect,forbreakingit,Marilla,butIforgiveyou.RememberwhenthetimecomesthatIforgiveyou.

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