Marilla, but I forgive you. (begin superscript)V7(end superscript) But please don’t ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are so unromantic when one is in affliction.”
Exasperated Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew who between his sense of justice and his (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)unlawful(end superscript) sympathy with Anne, was a miserable man.
“Well now, she shouldn’t have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it,” he admitted, (begin superscript)W7(end superscript) “but she’s such a little thing—such an interesting little thing. Don’t you think it’s pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when she’s so set on it”?
LMM Note V7
Remember when the time comes that I forgive you.
LMM Note W7
mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling.