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Marillalaidherknittingonherlapandleanedbackinherchair.
Hereyesweretired,andshethoughtvaguelythatshemustseeabouthavingherglasseschangedthenexttimeshewenttotown,forhereyeshadgrowntiredveryoftenoflate.
Itwasnearlydark,forthefullNovembertwilighthadfallenaroundGreenGables,andtheonlylightinthekitchencamefromthedancingredflamesinthestove.
AnnewascurledupTurk-fashiononthehearthrug,gazingintothatjoyousglowwherethesunshineofahundredsummerswasbeingdistilledfromthemaplecordwood.
Shehadbeenreading,butherbookhadslippedtothefloor,andnowshewasdreaming,withasmileonherpartedlips.
GlitteringcastlesinSpainwereshapingthemselvesoutofthemistsandrainbowsofherlivelyfancy;adventureswonderfulandenthrallingwerehappeningtoherincloudland—adventuresthatalwaysturnedouttriumphantlyandneverinvolvedherinscrapeslikethoseofactuallife.
Marillalookedatherwithatendernessthatwouldneverhavebeensufferedtorevealitselfinanyclearerlightthanthatsoftminglingoffireshineandshadow.
ThelessonofalovethatshoulddisplayitselfeasilyinspokenwordandopenlookwasoneMarillacouldneverlearn.
Butshehadlearnedtolovethisslim,gray-eyedgirlwithanaffectionallthedeeperandstrongerfromitsveryundemonstrativeness.
Herlovemadeherafraidofbeingundulyindulgent,indeed.
Shehadanuneasyfeelingthatitwasrathersinfultosetone’sheartsointenselyonanyhumancreatureasshehadsethersonAnne,andperhapssheperformedasortofunconsciouspenanceforthisbybeingstricterandmorecriticalthanifthegirlhadbeenlessdeartoher.
CertainlyAnneherselfhadnoideahowMarillalovedher.
ShesometimesthoughtwistfullythatMarillawasveryhardtopleaseanddistinctlylackinginsympathyandunderstanding.
Butshealwayscheckedthethoughtreproachfully,rememberingwhatsheowedtoMarilla.
“Anne,”saidMarillaabruptly,“MissStacywasherethisafternoonwhenyouwereoutwithDiana.”
Annecamebackfromherotherworldwithastartandasigh.
“Wasshe?Oh,I’msosorryIwasn’tin.Whydidn’tyoucallme,Marilla?
DianaandIwereonlyoverintheHauntedWood.It’slovelyinthewoodsnow.
Allthelittlewoodthings—thefernsandthesatinleavesandthecrackerberries—havegonetosleep,justasifsomebodyhadtuckedthemawayuntilspringunderablanketofleaves.
Ithinkitwasalittlegrayfairywitharainbowscarfthatcametiptoeingalongthelastmoonlightnightanddidit.
Dianawouldn’tsaymuchaboutthat,though.
DianahasneverforgottenthescoldinghermothergaveheraboutimaginingghostsintotheHauntedWood.
IthadaverybadeffectonDiana’simagination.Itblightedit.
Mrs.LyndesaysMyrtleBellisablightedbeing.
IaskedRubyGilliswhyMyrtlewasblighted,andRubysaidsheguesseditwasbecauseheryoungmanhadgonebackonher.
RubyGillisthinksofnothingbutyoungmen,andtheoldershegetstheworsesheis.
Youngmenareallverywellintheirplace,butitdoesn’tdotodragthemintoeverything,doesit?
DianaandIarethinkingseriouslyofpromisingeachotherthatwewillnevermarrybutbeniceoldmaidsandlivetogetherforever.
Dianahasn’tquitemadeuphermindthough,becauseshethinksperhapsitwouldbenoblertomarrysomewild,dashing,wickedyoungmanandreformhim.
DianaandItalkagreatdealaboutserioussubjectsnow,youknow.
Wefeelthatwearesomucholderthanweusedtobethatitisn’tbecomingtotalkofchildishmatters.
It’ssuchasolemnthingtobealmostfourteen,Marilla.
MissStacytookallusgirlswhoareinourteensdowntothebrooklastWednesday,andtalkedtousaboutit.
Shesaidwecouldn’tbetoocarefulwhathabitsweformedandwhatidealsweacquiredinourteens,becausebythetimeweweretwentyourcharacterswouldbedevelopedandthefoundationlaidforourwholefuturelife.
Andshesaidifthefoundationwasshakywecouldneverbuildanythingreallyworthwhileonit.
DianaandItalkedthematterovercominghomefromschool.Wefeltextremelysolemn,Marilla.
Andwedecidedthatwewouldtrytobeverycarefulindeedandformrespectablehabitsandlearnallwecouldandbeassensibleaspossible,sothatbythetimeweweretwentyourcharacterswouldbeproperlydeveloped.
It’sperfectlyappallingtothinkofbeingtwenty,Marilla.
Itsoundssofearfullyoldandgrownup.
ButwhywasMissStacyherethisafternoon?”
“ThatiswhatIwanttotellyou,Anne,ifyou’llevergivemeachancetogetawordinedgewise.Shewastalkingaboutyou.”
“Aboutme?”Annelookedratherscared.Thensheflushedandexclaimed:
“Oh,Iknowwhatshewassaying.Imeanttotellyou,Marilla,honestlyIdid,butIforgot.
MissStacycaughtmereadingBenHurinschoolyesterdayafternoonwhenIshouldhavebeenstudyingmyCanadianhistory.JaneAndrewslentittome.
Iwasreadingitatdinnerhour,andIhadjustgottothechariotracewhenschoolwentin.
Iwassimplywildtoknowhowitturnedout—althoughIfeltsureBenHurmustwin,becauseitwouldn’tbepoeticaljusticeifhedidn’t—soIspreadthehistoryopenonmydesklidandthentuckedBenHurbetweenthedeskandmyknee.
IjustlookedasifIwerestudyingCanadianhistory,youknow,whileallthewhileIwasrevelinginBenHur.
IwassointerestedinitthatInevernoticedMissStacycomingdowntheaisleuntilallatonceIjustlookedupandthereshewaslookingdownatme,soreproachful-like.
Ican’ttellyouhowashamedIfelt,Marilla,especiallywhenIheardJosiePyegiggling.
MissStacytookBenHuraway,butsheneversaidawordthen.
Shekeptmeinatrecessandtalkedtome.
ShesaidIhaddoneverywrongintworespects.
First,IwaswastingthetimeIoughttohaveputonmystudies;andsecondly,IwasdeceivingmyteacherintryingtomakeitappearIwasreadingahistorywhenitwasastorybookinstead.
Ihadneverrealizeduntilthatmoment,Marilla,thatwhatIwasdoingwasdeceitful.Iwasshocked.
Icriedbitterly,andaskedMissStacytoforgivemeandI’dneverdosuchathingagain;andIofferedtodopenancebyneversomuchaslookingatBenHurforawholeweek,noteventoseehowthechariotraceturnedout.
ButMissStacysaidshewouldn’trequirethat,andsheforgavemefreely.
SoIthinkitwasn’tverykindofhertocomeupheretoyouaboutitafterall.”
“MissStacynevermentionedsuchathingtome,Anne,anditsonlyyourguiltyconsciencethat’sthematterwithyou.
Youhavenobusinesstobetakingstorybookstoschool.Youreadtoomanynovelsanyhow.
WhenIwasagirlIwasn’tsomuchasallowedtolookatanovel.”
“Oh,howcanyoucallBenHuranovelwhenit’sreallysuchareligiousbook?”protestedAnne.
“Ofcourseit’salittletooexcitingtobeproperreadingforSunday,andIonlyreaditonweekdays.
AndIneverreadANYbooknowunlesseitherMissStacyorMrs.Allanthinksitisaproperbookforagirlthirteenandthree-quarterstoread.MissStacymademepromisethat.
Shefoundmereadingabookonedaycalled,TheLuridMysteryoftheHauntedHall.
ItwasoneRubyGillishadlentme,and,oh,Marilla,itwassofascinatingandcreepy.Itjustcurdledthebloodinmyveins.
ButMissStacysaiditwasaverysilly,unwholesomebook,andsheaskedmenottoreadanymoreofitoranylikeit.
Ididn’tmindpromisingnottoreadanymorelikeit,butitwasAGONIZINGtogivebackthatbookwithoutknowinghowitturnedout.
ButmyloveforMissStacystoodthetestandIdid.
It’sreallywonderful,Marilla,whatyoucandowhenyou’retrulyanxioustopleaseacertainperson.”
“Well,IguessI’lllightthelampandgettowork,”saidMarilla.
“Iseeplainlythatyoudon’twanttohearwhatMissStacyhadtosay.
You’remoreinterestedinthesoundofyourowntonguethaninanythingelse.”
“Oh,indeed,Marilla,Idowanttohearit,”criedAnnecontritely.“Iwon’tsayanotherword—notone.
IknowItalktoomuch,butIamreallytryingtoovercomeit,andalthoughIsayfartoomuch,yetifyouonlyknewhowmanythingsIwanttosayanddon’t,you’dgivemesomecreditforit.Pleasetellme,Marilla.”
“Well,MissStacywantstoorganizeaclassamongheradvancedstudentswhomeantostudyfortheentranceexaminationintoQueen’s.
Sheintendstogivethemextralessonsforanhourafterschool.
AndshecametoaskMatthewandmeifwewouldliketohaveyoujoinit.
Whatdoyouthinkaboutityourself,Anne?
WouldyouliketogotoQueen’sandpassforateacher?”
“Oh,Marilla!”Annestraightenedtoherkneesandclaspedherhands.
“It’sbeenthedreamofmylife—thatis,forthelastsixmonths,eversinceRubyandJanebegantotalkofstudyingfortheEntrance.
ButIdidn’tsayanythingaboutit,becauseIsupposeditwouldbeperfectlyuseless.I’dlovetobeateacher.Butwon’titbedreadfullyexpensive?
Mr.AndrewssaysitcosthimonehundredandfiftydollarstoputPrissythrough,andPrissywasn’tadunceingeometry.”
“Iguessyouneedn’tworryaboutthatpartofit.
WhenMatthewandItookyoutobringupweresolvedwewoulddothebestwecouldforyouandgiveyouagoodeducation.
Ibelieveinagirlbeingfittedtoearnherownlivingwhethersheeverhastoornot.
You’llalwayshaveahomeatGreenGablesaslongasMatthewandIarehere,butnobodyknowswhatisgoingtohappeninthisuncertainworld,andit’sjustaswelltobeprepared.
SoyoucanjointheQueen’sclassifyoulike,Anne.”
“Oh,Marilla,thankyou.”AnneflungherarmsaboutMarilla’swaistandlookedupearnestlyintoherface.
“I’mextremelygratefultoyouandMatthew.
AndI’llstudyashardasIcananddomyverybesttobeacredittoyou.
Iwarnyounottoexpectmuchingeometry,butIthinkIcanholdmyowninanythingelseifIworkhard.”
“Idaresayyou’llgetalongwellenough.
MissStacysaysyouarebrightanddiligent.”
NotforworldswouldMarillahavetoldAnnejustwhatMissStacyhadsaidabouther;thatwouldhavebeentopampervanity.
“Youneedn’trushtoanyextremeofkillingyourselfoveryourbooks.Thereisnohurry.
Youwon’tbereadytotrytheEntranceforayearandahalfyet.
Butit’swelltobeginintimeandbethoroughlygrounded,MissStacysays.”
“Ishalltakemoreinterestthaneverinmystudiesnow,”saidAnneblissfully,“becauseIhaveapurposeinlife.
Mr.Allansayseverybodyshouldhaveapurposeinlifeandpursueitfaithfully.
Onlyhesayswemustfirstmakesurethatitisaworthypurpose.
IwouldcallitaworthypurposetowanttobeateacherlikeMissStacy,wouldn’tyou,Marilla?Ithinkit’saverynobleprofession.”
TheQueen’sclasswasorganizedinduetime.
GilbertBlythe,AnneShirley,RubyGillis,JaneAndrews,JosiePye,CharlieSloane,andMoodySpurgeonMacPhersonjoinedit.
DianaBarrydidnot,asherparentsdidnotintendtosendhertoQueen’s.
ThisseemednothingshortofacalamitytoAnne.
Never,sincethenightonwhichMinnieMayhadhadthecroup,hadsheandDianabeenseparatedinanything.
OntheeveningwhentheQueen’sclassfirstremainedinschoolfortheextralessonsandAnnesawDianagoslowlyoutwiththeothers,towalkhomealonethroughtheBirchPathandVioletVale,itwasalltheformercoulddotokeepherseatandrefrainfromrushingimpulsivelyafterherchum.
Alumpcameintoherthroat,andshehastilyretiredbehindthepagesofherupliftedLatingrammartohidethetearsinhereyes.
NotforworldswouldAnnehavehadGilbertBlytheorJosiePyeseethosetears.
“But,oh,Marilla,IreallyfeltthatIhadtastedthebitternessofdeath,asMr.AllansaidinhissermonlastSunday,whenIsawDianagooutalone,”shesaidmournfullythatnight.
“IthoughthowsplendiditwouldhavebeenifDianahadonlybeengoingtostudyfortheEntrance,too.
Butwecan’thavethingsperfectinthisimperfectworld,asMrs.Lyndesays.
Mrs.Lyndeisn’texactlyacomfortingpersonsometimes,butthere’snodoubtshesaysagreatmanyverytruethings.
AndIthinktheQueen’sclassisgoingtobeextremelyinteresting.
JaneandRubyarejustgoingtostudytobeteachers.Thatistheheightoftheirambition.
Rubysaysshewillonlyteachfortwoyearsaftershegetsthrough,andthensheintendstobemarried.
Janesaysshewilldevoteherwholelifetoteaching,andnever,nevermarry,becauseyouarepaidasalaryforteaching,butahusbandwon’tpayyouanything,andgrowlsifyouaskforashareintheeggandbuttermoney.
IexpectJanespeaksfrommournfulexperience,forMrs.Lyndesaysthatherfatherisaperfectoldcrank,andmeanerthansecondskimmings.
JosiePyesayssheisjustgoingtocollegeforeducation’ssake,becauseshewon’thavetoearnherownliving;shesaysofcourseitisdifferentwithorphanswhoarelivingoncharity—THEYhavetohustle.
MoodySpurgeonisgoingtobeaminister.
Mrs.Lyndesayshecouldn’tbeanythingelsewithanamelikethattoliveupto.
Ihopeitisn’twickedofme,Marilla,butreallythethoughtofMoodySpurgeonbeingaministermakesmelaugh.
He’ssuchafunny-lookingboywiththatbigfatface,andhislittleblueeyes,andhisearsstickingoutlikeflaps.
Butperhapshewillbemoreintellectuallookingwhenhegrowsup.
CharlieSloanesayshe’sgoingtogointopoliticsandbeamemberofParliament,butMrs.Lyndesayshe’llneversucceedatthat,becausetheSloanesareallhonestpeople,andit’sonlyrascalsthatgetoninpoliticsnowadays.”
“WhatisGilbertBlythegoingtobe?”queriedMarilla,seeingthatAnnewasopeningherCaesar.
“Idon’thappentoknowwhatGilbertBlythe’sambitioninlifeis—ifhehasany,”saidAnnescornfully.
TherewasopenrivalrybetweenGilbertandAnnenow.
Previouslytherivalryhadbeenratheronesided,buttherewasnolongeranydoubtthatGilbertwasasdeterminedtobefirstinclassasAnnewas.Hewasafoemanworthyofhersteel.
Theothermembersoftheclasstacitlyacknowledgedtheirsuperiority,andneverdreamedoftryingtocompetewiththem.
Sincethedaybythepondwhenshehadrefusedtolistentohispleaforforgiveness,Gilbert,savefortheaforesaiddeterminedrivalry,hadevincednorecognitionwhateveroftheexistenceofAnneShirley.
Hetalkedandjestedwiththeothergirls,exchangedbooksandpuzzleswiththem,discussedlessonsandplans,sometimeswalkedhomewithoneortheotherofthemfromprayermeetingorDebatingClub.
ButAnneShirleyhesimplyignored,andAnnefoundoutthatitisnotpleasanttobeignored.
Itwasinvainthatshetoldherselfwithatossofherheadthatshedidnotcare.
Deepdowninherwayward,femininelittleheartsheknewthatshedidcare,andthatifshehadthatchanceoftheLakeofShiningWatersagainshewouldanswerverydifferently.
Allatonce,asitseemed,andtohersecretdismay,shefoundthattheoldresentmentshehadcherishedagainsthimwasgone—gonejustwhenshemostneededitssustainingpower.
Itwasinvainthatsherecalledeveryincidentandemotionofthatmemorableoccasionandtriedtofeeltheoldsatisfyinganger.
Thatdaybythepondhadwitnesseditslastspasmodicflicker.
Annerealizedthatshehadforgivenandforgottenwithoutknowingit.Butitwastoolate.
AndatleastneitherGilbertnoranybodyelse,notevenDiana,shouldeversuspecthowsorryshewasandhowmuchshewishedshehadn’tbeensoproudandhorrid!
Shedeterminedto“shroudherfeelingsindeepestoblivion,”anditmaybestatedhereandnowthatshedidit,sosuccessfullythatGilbert,whopossiblywasnotquitesoindifferentasheseemed,couldnotconsolehimselfwithanybeliefthatAnnefelthisretaliatoryscorn.
TheonlypoorcomforthehadwasthatshesnubbedCharlieSloane,unmercifully,continually,andundeservedly.
Otherwisethewinterpassedawayinaroundofpleasantdutiesandstudies.
ForAnnethedaysslippedbylikegoldenbeadsonthenecklaceoftheyear.
Shewashappy,eager,interested;therewerelessonstobelearnedandhonortobewon;delightfulbookstoread;newpiecestobepracticedfortheSunday-schoolchoir;pleasantSaturdayafternoonsatthemansewithMrs.Allan;andthen,almostbeforeAnnerealizedit,springhadcomeagaintoGreenGablesandalltheworldwasabloomoncemore.
Studiespalledjustaweebitthen;theQueen’sclass,leftbehindinschoolwhiletheothersscatteredtogreenlanesandleafywoodcutsandmeadowbyways,lookedwistfullyoutofthewindowsanddiscoveredthatLatinverbsandFrenchexerciseshadsomehowlostthetangandzesttheyhadpossessedinthecrispwintermonths.
EvenAnneandGilbertlaggedandgrewindifferent.
Teacherandtaughtwerealikegladwhenthetermwasendedandthegladvacationdaysstretchedrosilybeforethem.
“Butyou’vedonegoodworkthispastyear,”MissStacytoldthemonthelastevening,“andyoudeserveagood,jollyvacation.
Havethebesttimeyoucanintheout-of-doorworldandlayinagoodstockofhealthandvitalityandambitiontocarryyouthroughnextyear.
Itwillbethetugofwar,youknow—thelastyearbeforetheEntrance.”
“Areyougoingtobebacknextyear,MissStacy?”askedJosiePye.
JosiePyeneverscrupledtoaskquestions;inthisinstancetherestoftheclassfeltgratefultoher;noneofthemwouldhavedaredtoaskitofMissStacy,butallwantedto,fortherehadbeenalarmingrumorsrunningatlargethroughtheschoolforsometimethatMissStacywasnotcomingbackthenextyear—thatshehadbeenofferedapositioninthegradeschoolofherownhomedistrictandmeanttoaccept.
TheQueen’sclasslistenedinbreathlesssuspenseforheranswer.
“Yes,IthinkIwill,”saidMissStacy.“Ithoughtoftakinganotherschool,butIhavedecidedtocomebacktoAvonlea.
Totellthetruth,I’vegrownsointerestedinmypupilsherethatIfoundIcouldn’tleavethem.SoI’llstayandseeyouthrough.”
“Hurrah!”saidMoodySpurgeon.MoodySpurgeonhadneverbeensocarriedawaybyhisfeelingsbefore,andheblusheduncomfortablyeverytimehethoughtaboutitforaweek.
“Oh,I’msoglad,”saidAnne,withshiningeyes.
“DearStacy,itwouldbeperfectlydreadfulifyoudidn’tcomeback.
Idon’tbelieveIcouldhavethehearttogoonwithmystudiesatallifanotherteachercamehere.”
WhenAnnegothomethatnightshestackedallhertextbooksawayinanoldtrunkintheattic,lockedit,andthrewthekeyintotheblanketbox.
“I’mnotevengoingtolookataschoolbookinvacation,”shetoldMarilla.
“I’vestudiedashardallthetermasIpossiblycouldandI’veporedoverthatgeometryuntilIknoweverypropositioninthefirstbookoffbyheart,evenwhenthelettersAREchanged.
IjustfeeltiredofeverythingsensibleandI’mgoingtoletmyimaginationrunriotforthesummer.Oh,youneedn’tbealarmed,Marilla.
I’llonlyletitrunriotwithinreasonablelimits.
ButIwanttohavearealgoodjollytimethissummer,formaybeit’sthelastsummerI’llbealittlegirl.
Mrs.LyndesaysthatifIkeepstretchingoutnextyearasI’vedonethisI’llhavetoputonlongerskirts.
ShesaysI’mallrunningtolegsandeyes.
AndwhenIputonlongerskirtsIshallfeelthatIhavetoliveuptothemandbeverydignified.
Itwon’tevendotobelieveinfairiesthen,I’mafraid;soI’mgoingtobelieveinthemwithallmywholeheartthissummer.
Ithinkwe’regoingtohaveaverygayvacation.
RubyGillisisgoingtohaveabirthdaypartysoonandthere’stheSundayschoolpicnicandthemissionaryconcertnextmonth.
AndMr.Barrysaysthatsomeeveninghe’lltakeDianaandmeovertotheWhiteSandsHotelandhavedinnerthere.
Theyhavedinnerthereintheevening,youknow.
JaneAndrewswasoveroncelastsummerandshesaysitwasadazzlingsighttoseetheelectriclightsandtheflowersandalltheladyguestsinsuchbeautifuldresses.
Janesaysitwasherfirstglimpseintohighlifeandshe’llneverforgetittoherdyingday.”
Mrs.LyndecameupthenextafternoontofindoutwhyMarillahadnotbeenattheAidmeetingonThursday.WhenMarillawasnotatAidmeetingpeopleknewtherewassomethingwrongatGreenGables.
“MatthewhadabadspellwithhisheartThursday,”Marillaexplained,“andIdidn’tfeellikeleavinghim.
Oh,yes,he’sallrightagainnow,buthetakesthemspellsoftenerthanheusedtoandI’manxiousabouthim.
Thedoctorsayshemustbecarefultoavoidexcitement.
That’seasyenough,forMatthewdoesn’tgoaboutlookingforexcitementbyanymeansandneverdid,buthe’snottodoanyveryheavyworkeitherandyoumightaswelltellMatthewnottobreatheasnottowork.Comeandlayoffyourthings,Rachel.You’llstaytotea?”
“Well,seeingyou’resopressing,perhapsImightaswell,stay”saidMrs.Rachel,whohadnottheslightestintentionofdoinganythingelse.
Mrs.RachelandMarillasatcomfortablyintheparlorwhileAnnegottheteaandmadehotbiscuitsthatwerelightandwhiteenoughtodefyevenMrs.Rachel’scriticism.
“ImustsayAnnehasturnedoutarealsmartgirl,”admittedMrs.Rachel,asMarillaaccompaniedhertotheendofthelaneatsunset.“Shemustbeagreathelptoyou.”
“Sheis,”saidMarilla,“andshe’srealsteadyandreliablenow.Iusedtobeafraidshe’dnevergetoverherfeatherbrainedways,butshehasandIwouldn’tbeafraidtotrustherinanythingnow.”
“Ineverwouldhavethoughtshe’dhaveturnedoutsowellthatfirstdayIwasherethreeyearsago,”saidMrs.Rachel.
“Lawfulheart,shallIeverforgetthattantrumofhers!
WhenIwenthomethatnightIsaystoThomas,saysI,‘Markmywords,Thomas,MarillaCuthbert’lllivetoruethestepshe’stook.’
ButIwasmistakenandI’mrealgladofit.
Iain’toneofthosekindofpeople,Marilla,ascanneverbebroughttoownupthatthey’vemadeamistake.
No,thatneverwasmyway,thankgoodness.
IdidmakeamistakeinjudgingAnne,butitweren’tnowonder,foranodder,unexpectederwitchofachildthereneverwasinthisworld,that’swhat.
Therewasnocipheringheroutbytherulesthatworkedwithotherchildren.
It’snothingshortofwonderfulhowshe’simprovedthesethreeyears,butespeciallyinlooks.
She’sarealprettygirlgottobe,thoughIcan’tsayI’moverlypartialtothatpale,big-eyedstylemyself.
Ilikemoresnapandcolor,likeDianaBarryhasorRubyGillis.RubyGillis’slooksarerealshowy.
Butsomehow—Idon’tknowhowitisbutwhenAnneandthemaretogether,thoughsheain’thalfashandsome,shemakesthemlookkindofcommonandoverdone—somethinglikethemwhiteJuneliliesshecallsnarcissusalongsideofthebig,redpeonies,that’swhat.”
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