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before he summoned courage to tap on it and then with his fingers and then open the door to peep in.
Anne was sitting on the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)yellow(end superscript) chair by the window, very gazing mournfully out into the garden. Very small and unhappy she looked and Matthew’s heart smote him. He softly closed the door and tiptoed over to her.
“Anne,” he whispered, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)as if afraid of being overheard,(end superscript) “how are you making it, Anne?”
Anne smiled wanly.
“Pretty well. I imagine a good deal and that helps to pass the time. Of course, it’s rather lonesome. But then, I may as well get used to that.”
Anne smiled bravely again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her. L5
LMM Notes
LMM Note L5
Matthew recollected he must say what he had come to say without loss of them lest Marilla return prematurely[.]