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           Iwouldn’tlistentohimandIwouldn’tforgivehim;andsohewentawayforgood.Hewastooproudtocomeagain.AndthenIsulkedbecausehedidn’tcome.Imighthavesentforhimperhaps,butIcouldn’thumblemyselftodothat.Iwasjustasproudashewas...prideandsulkinessmakeaverybadcombination,Anne.ButIcouldnevercareforanybodyelseandIdidn’twantto.IknewIwouldratherbeanoldmaidforathousandyearsthanmarryanybodywhowasn’tStephenIrving.Well,itallseemslikeadreamnow,ofcourse.Howsympatheticyoulook,Anne...assympatheticasonlyseventeencanlook.Butdon’toverdoit.I’mreallyaveryhappy,contentedlittlepersoninspiteofmybrokenheart.Myheartdidbreak,ifeveraheartdid,whenIrealizedthatStephenIrvingwasnotcomingback.But,Anne,abrokenheartinreallifeisn’thalfasdreadfulasitisinbooks.It’sagooddeallikeabadtooth...thoughyouwon’tthinkTHATaveryromanticsimile.Ittakesspellsofachingandgivesyouasleeplessnightnowandthen,butbetweentimesitletsyouenjoylifeanddreamsandechoesandpeanutcandyasiftherewerenothingthematterwithit.Andnowyou’relookingdisappointed.Youdon’tthinkI’mhalfasinterestingapersonasyoudidfiveminutesagowhenyoubelievedIwasalwaysthepreyofatragicmemorybravelyhiddenbeneathexternalsmiles.That’stheworst...orthebest...ofreallife,Anne.ItWON’Tletyoubemiserable.Itkeepsontryingtomakeyoucomfortable...andsucceeding...evenwhenyou’redeterminedtobeunhappyandromantic.