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drink three glassfuls of anything,” said Marilla shortly. “Why, three of those big glasses would have made her sick even if it had been only cordial. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)G9(end superscript) There, there, child, don’t cry. I can’t see as you were to blame although I’m sorry it happened so.”

“I must cry,” said Anne. “My heart is broken.(begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)H9(end superscript) Oh, Marilla, I little dreamed of this when first we swore our vows of friendship.”

“Don’t be foolish, Anne. Mrs. Barry will think better of it when she finds you’re not really to blame. I suppose she thinks you’ve done it for a silly joke or something of that sort. You’d best go up this evening and tell her how it was.”

“My courage fails me at the thought of facing Diana’s injured mother,” sighed Anne. “I wish you’d go, Marilla. You’re so much more dignified than I am.

LMM Note G9
Well, this story will be a nice handle for those folks who are so down on me for making currant wine, although I haven't made any for three years ever since I found out that the minister didn't approve. I just kept that bottle for sickness.

LMM Note H9
The stars in their courses fight against me, Marilla. Diana and I are parted forever.