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“I don’t fancy her style myself,” admitted Marilla, “but it’s that or keeping her ourselves, Matthew.

Lynde was exactly right in saying what she did to you, Anne,” she admitted in a softer tone.

“Y-e-e-s,” admitted Anne, “I took it up and I pinned it on my breast just to see how it would look.”

“Well now, she shouldn’t have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it,” he admitted, mournfully surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling, “but she’s such a little thing--such an interesting little thing.