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D6 Anne ha Her wreath having faded Anne had discarded it in the lane, so Marilla was spared the knowledge of that for a time.
E6 There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the sunshine fell down through them, ‘way, ‘way down, deep into the water. Oh, Marilla, it was just like a beautiful dream! It gave me a thrill and I just said, ‘Thank you for it, God, two or three times.”
F6. It isn’t a really truly religious piece of poetry but it’s so sad and melancholy that it might as