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Blythe's room on her way to bed to see if her adored Mrs. Dr. dear were "comfortable and composed." She paused solemnly at the foot of the bed and solemnly declared, "Mrs. Dr. dear, I have made up my mind to be a heroine." "Mrs. Dr. dear" found herself violently inclined to laugh which was manifestly unfair, since she had not laughed when Rilla had announced a similar heroic determination.
That thought was doomed to haunt Anne through the waking hours of that winter, Sunday afternoons inclusive, to the almost entire exclusion of moral and theological problems. When Anne had bad dreams she found herself staring miserably at pass lists of the Entrance exams, where Gilbert Blythe's name was blazoned at the top and in which hers did not appear at all.
I grasped the weapon in my pocket and set my teeth hard, recollecting Blythe's words. At eight I ordered my coffee, and, drinking it in feverish haste, went down to the rear of the hotel where the garage was situated. While crossing the courtyard, however, I met Upton, who had a habit of early rising, and was apparently idling about.
Jane had assured her that it was warranted to produce any number of thrills, or words to that effect, and Anne's fingers tingled to reach out for it. But that would mean Gilbert Blythe's triumph on the morrow. Anne turned her back on the clock shelf and tried to imagine it wasn't there. "Matthew, did you ever study geometry when you went to school?"
I will, in fact, 'adopt' you!" and she laughed a pretty, musical laugh like a chime of little silver bells. "Lord Blythe will be delighted he's a kind old person!" Innocent looked at her gravely and steadily. "Do you mean to say that you will own me? name me? acknowledge me as your daughter " "Why, certainly not!" and Lady Blythe's eyes flashed over her in cold disdain "What are you thinking of?
"If a lady wants to look at 'em theer can't be nothin' again that, I should think." The barrow was wheeled to Miss Blythe's door, and Miss Blythe in the open air, without waiting to remove bonnet, gloves, or mantle, began to turn over the leaves of the books, taking one systematically after the other, and racing through them as if her life depended on the task.
Then he passed between the old gateposts where the sentinels had once stood, and disappeared in a turn of the road. There were houses a little beyond that point. Under Doc's direction the scouts worked three boards under Blythe's own balsam couch and carried this to where he lay. They got him onto it and bore it gently into the camping shack, out of the glaring sunlight.
Blythe's lap. "Because Shirley isn't here to bring them," he said in his funny, shy, blunt way. "And you thought of this, you darling," said Anne, her lips quivering, as she looked at the stocky, black-browed little chap, standing before her, with his hands thrust into his pockets.
The extent to which this governess was worshipped by the whole household was wonderful almost idolatrous. Need I say that I joined in the worship, and that Dumps and Robin followed suit? I think not. And yet there was something strange, something peculiar, something unaccountable, about Miss Blythe's manner which I could by no means understand.
Some three or four weeks after Lady Blythe's sudden exit from a world too callous to care whether she stayed in it or went from it, Lord Blythe called at Miss Leigh's house and asked to see her. He was admitted at once, and the pretty old lady came down in a great flutter to the drawing-room to receive him. She found him standing in front of the harpsichord, looking at the portrait upon it.
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