Chapter 10
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Mrs. Lynde now. It gives you such a con a lovely comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn’t it? Aren’t the stars bright tonight?” U5
“Anne, do hold your tongue,” said Marilla, thoroughly worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne’s thoughts.
Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane. (begin superscript)V5(end superscript) Then she suddenly Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman’s hard palm.
“It’s lovely to be going home (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)and know it’s home,”(end superscript) she said. “I love Green Gables already and I never loved any place before. Oh No place ever seemed like home. Oh, Marilla, I’m so happy. I could
LMM Notes
LMM Note U5
If you could live in a star which one would you pick? I'd like that lovely (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)clear(end superscript) big one away over there above that dark hill."
LMM Note V5
A little gipsy wind came down it to meet them, laden with the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)spicy(end superscript) perfume of young dew-wet ferns. Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables[.]
PHOTO ANNOTATION

"into their own lane": Both the Macneill/Webb lane (at the house later called Green Gables) and Montgomery's grandparents' lane were long, and each led up to the side and back of the farmhouse. Montgomery's blue-print (cyanotype) photograph, pasted into her Red Scrapbook, of the Macneill lane (Red Scrapbook, p. 29.; Imagining Anne, p. 135).
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