Chapter 20 - (VERSO)
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haunts the corner up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and lays its cold fingers on your hand—so. Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder to think of it. I wouldn’t And there’s a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the boughs. Oh, Marilla, I wouldn’t go through the Haunted Wood after dark now for anything. I’d be sure that white things would reach out from behind the trees and grab me.”
“Did anyone ever hear the like!” ejaculated Marilla, “Anne Shirley who had listened in dumb amazement. “Anne Shirley, do you mean to tell me you believe all that(begin subscript) ^(end subscript)(begin superscript)wicked(end superscript) nonsense of your own imagination?”
“Not believe exactly,” faltered Anne. “At least, I don’t believe it in daylight. But after dark, Marilla, it’s different. That is when ghosts walk.”
PHOTO ANNOTATION

"behind the trees": One of Montgomery's photos of the woods.
Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph, L.M. Montgomery Collection