Chapter 3

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into the pillow and pulled the clothes over her head. When Marilla came up for the light various (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)skimpy(end superscript) articles of raiment scattered most untidily over the floor and a certain tempestuous appearance of the bed were the only indications of any presence save her own.

She deliberately picked up Anne’s clothes, placed them neatly on a prim yellow chair and then, taking up the candle, went over to the bed.

“Good-night,” she said, a little awkwardly, but not unkindly.
M2
“How can you call it a good night when you know it must be the very worst night I’ve ever had?” Anne she said reproachfully.
N2
Marilla went slowly down to the kitchen and proceeded to wash the supper dishes.
O2
“Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish,”

LMM Note M2
Anne's white face and big eyes appeared over the bedclothes with startling suddenness.

LMM Note N2
Then she dived down into invisibility again.

LMM Note O2
Matthew was smoking - a sure sure sign of perturbation of mind. He seldom smoked, for Marilla set her face against it as a filthy habit; but at certain times and seasons he felt driven to it and then Marilla winked at the practice, realizing that a mere man must have some vent for his emotions.