of disappointment and despair.
“For the land’s sake!” gasped Marilla, hastening from the room. “I believe the child is crazy. No child in her senses would behave as she does. If she isn’t she’s utterly bad. Oh, dear, I’m afraid Rachel was right from the first. But I’ve put my hand to the plough and I won’t look back.”
That was a dismal morning. Marilla worked fiercely (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)U7(end superscript)
When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the banisters.
“Come down to your dinner, Anne.”
“I don’t want any dinner, Marilla,” said Anne sobbingly. “I couldn’t eat anything. My heart is broken. You’ll feel remorse of conscience some day, I expect, for breaking it,
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and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it – but Marilla did. Then she went out and raked the yard.
“I've put my hand to the plough and I won't look back”: A variation of Luke 9:62 in the Bible.