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Chapter IV. Morning at Green Gables

           She’scastitoverMatthew.Thatlookhegavemewhenhewentoutsaideverythinghesaidorhintedlastnightoveragain.Iwishhewaslikeothermenandwouldtalkthingsout.Abodycouldanswerbackthenandarguehimintoreason.Butwhat’stobedonewithamanwhojustlooks?”

           Annehadrelapsedintoreverie,withherchininherhandsandhereyesonthesky,whenMarillareturnedfromhercellarpilgrimage.ThereMarillaleftheruntiltheearlydinnerwasonthetable.

           “IsupposeIcanhavethemareandbuggythisafternoon,Matthew?”saidMarilla.

           MatthewnoddedandlookedwistfullyatAnne.Marillainterceptedthelookandsaidgrimly:

           “I’mgoingtodriveovertoWhiteSandsandsettlethisthing.I’lltakeAnnewithmeandMrs.SpencerwillprobablymakearrangementstosendherbacktoNovaScotiaatonce.I’llsetyourteaoutforyouandI’llbehomeintimetomilkthecows.”

           StillMatthewsaidnothingandMarillahadasenseofhavingwastedwordsandbreath.Thereisnothingmoreaggravatingthanamanwhowon’ttalkback—unlessitisawomanwhowon’t.

           MatthewhitchedthesorrelintothebuggyinduetimeandMarillaandAnnesetoff.Matthewopenedtheyardgateforthemandastheydroveslowlythrough,hesaid,tonobodyinparticularasitseemed:

           “LittleJerryBuotefromtheCreekwasherethismorning,andItoldhimIguessedI’dhirehimforthesummer.”

           Marillamadenoreply,butshehittheunluckysorrelsuchaviciousclipwiththewhipthatthefatmare,unusedtosuchtreatment,whizzedindignantlydownthelaneatanalarmingpace

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