the stainless southwest sky a great
white crystal-white star was shining like a lamp of guidance and promise[.]
“That’s it, isn’t it?” She said, pointing.
(begin superscript)A2(end superscript) “Well, now, you’ve guessed it. But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so’s you could tell.”
“No, she didn’t—really she didn’t. All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places. I hadn’t any (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)real(end superscript) idea what it looked like. But just as soon as I saw it I felt it was home.” B2
With a sigh of rapture she relapsed into silence. Matthew
st was glad stirred uneasily. He felt glad that it would be Marilla and not he who would have to tell this waif (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)of the world(end superscript) that the home she longed for was not to be hers after all. They drove over Lynde’s Hollow, when it was already quite
LMM Note A2
Matthew slapped the reins (begin strikethrough)delightedly(end strikethrough) on the sorrel's back delightedly[.]
LMM Note B2
Oh, it seems as if (begin strikethrough)this(end strikethrough) I must be in a dream. Do you know, my arm must be black and blue from the elbow up, for I've pinched myself so many times to-day. Every little while a horrible sickening feeling would come over me and I'd be so afraid it was all a dream. Then I'd pinch myself to see if it was real — until suddenly I remembered that even supposing it was only a dream I'd better go on dreaming as long as I could; so I stopped pinching. But it is real and we're nearly home[.]"