Chapter 27
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reckon she’ll find it hard to explain that to my satisfaction. Of course I knew you’d take her part, Matthew. But I’m bringing her up not you.”
It was dark when supper was ready and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)log(end superscript) bridge or up Lover’s Lane, Marilla breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties. Marilla washed and put the dishes away grimly. Then, she went wanting a candle to light her down cellar, she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne’s table. Lighting it, she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed, face downward among the pillows.
“Mercy on us,” said astonished Marilla, “have you been asleep, Anne”?
“No,” was the muffled reply.
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"one that generally stood on Anne's table": Anne's three-legged table at Green Gables Heritage House.
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