Chapter 14
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half severe enough either for what you’ve done!”
“Not go to the picnic!” Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla’s hand. “But you promised me I might. Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic. That was why I confessed. Punish me any way you like but that. Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic”! T7
Marilla disengaged Anne’s clinging hands stonily.
“You needn’t plead, Anne. You are not going to the picnic and that is final. No, not a word.”
Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved. She clasped her hands together, gave a piercing shriek, and then flung herself face downwards on the bed, crying and writhing in utter abandonment
LMM Notes
LMM Note T7
Think of the ice-cream! For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice-cream again."