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Chapter XXVII. Vanity and Vexation of Spirit

           Irememberedwhatyoutoldme,andIwentout,carefullyshutthedoor,andlookedathisthingsonthestep.Besides,hewasn’tanItalian—hewasaGermanJew.HehadabigboxfullofveryinterestingthingsandhetoldmehewasworkinghardtomakeenoughmoneytobringhiswifeandchildrenoutfromGermany.Hespokesofeelinglyaboutthemthatittouchedmyheart.Iwantedtobuysomethingfromhimtohelphiminsuchaworthyobject.ThenallatonceIsawthebottleofhairdye.Thepeddlersaiditwaswarrantedtodyeanyhairabeautifulravenblackandwouldn’twashoff.InatriceIsawmyselfwithbeautifulraven-blackhairandthetemptationwasirresistible.Butthepriceofthebottlewasseventy-fivecentsandIhadonlyfiftycentsleftoutofmychickenmoney.Ithinkthepeddlerhadaverykindheart,forhesaidthat,seeingitwasme,he’dsellitforfiftycentsandthatwasjustgivingitaway.SoIboughtit,andassoonashehadgoneIcameuphereandapplieditwithanoldhairbrushasthedirectionssaid.Iusedupthewholebottle,andoh,Marilla,whenIsawthedreadfulcoloritturnedmyhairIrepentedofbeingwicked,Icantellyou.AndI’vebeenrepentingeversince.”

           “Well,Ihopeyou’llrepenttogoodpurpose,”saidMarillaseverely,“andthatyou’vegotyoureyesopenedtowhereyourvanityhasledyou,Anne.Goodnessknowswhat’stobedone.Isupposethefirstthingistogiveyourhairagoodwashingandseeifthatwilldoanygood.

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