Chapter 17

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where strawberry apples grew was in the old Blythe orchard on the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)T9(end superscript) The apple lay untouched on her desk until the next morning, when little Timothy Andrews, who swept the school and kindled the fire, annexed it as one of his perquisites. U9

But (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)V9(end superscript) the marked absence of any tribute or recognit recognition from Diana Barry, who was sitting with Gertie Pye, embittered Anne’s little triumph.

“Diana might have smiled at me just once, I think,” she mourned to Marilla that night. But the next morning a note, most fearfully and wonderfully twisted and

LMM Note T9
Anne dropped the apple as if it were a red-hot coal and ostentatiously wiped her fingers on her handkerchief.

LMM Note U9
Charlie Sloane's slate pencil, gorgeously bedizened with striped red and yellow paper, costing two cents where ordinary papers cost only one, which he sent up to her after dinner hour, met with a more favourable reception. Anne was graciously pleased to accept it and rewarded the donor with a smile which (begin strikethrough)exalled(end strikethrough) exalted that infatuated youth into the seventh heaven of delight and caused him to make such fearful errors in his dictation that Mr. Phillips kept him in after school to rewrite it.

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"The Cäesar's pageant shorn of Brutus bust
Did but of Rome's best son remind her more,"
So