Chapter 28

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looked at the wicked green depths below her, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)wavering with long, oily shadows (end superscript)and shivered. Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to her.

Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists another moment, Gilbert Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrew’s dory!

Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)but also scornful,(end superscript) gray eyes.

“Anne Shirley! How on earth did you get there?” he exclaimed.

Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand. There was no help for it; Anne, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)clinging to Gilbert Blythe’s hand (end superscript)scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled