Chapter 19
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“Well, she’s in the room,” said Diana. “You can go in if you want to. I wouldn’t dare. And I don’t believe you’ll do a bit of good.”
With this encouragement Anne bearded the lion in its den—that is to say, walked resolutely up to the sitting room door and knocked faintly. A sharp “come in” followed.
Miss Josephine Barry, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)thin, prim and rigid, (end superscript)was knitting fiercely by the fire. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Q11(end superscript) She wheeled around in her chair, expecting to see Diana and beheld a white-faced girl whose great eyes were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror.
“Who are you?” demanded Miss Josephine Barry without ceremony.
“I’m Anne of Green Gables,” said the small visitor tremulously, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)R11 (end superscript)”and I’ve come to confess, if you please.”
LMM Notes
LMM Note Q11
her wrath quite unappeased and her eyes snapping through her gold-rimmed glasses.
LMM Note R11
clasping her hands with her characteristic gesture,