She knew perfectly well what had happened when she saw the minister with his blue book in his hand . Never a word said she . She marched to the front door , unlocked it , and strode upstairs . I 've always been convinced it was a mercy that closet window was so small , or I believe that she would have thrown Prissy out of it . As it was , she walked her downstairs by the arm and actually flung her at Stephen . `` There , take your wife , '' she said , `` and I 'll pack up every stitch she owns and send it after her ; and I never want to see her or you again as long as I live . '' Then she turned to me and Thomas . `` As for you that have aided and abetted that weakminded fool in this , take yourselves out of my yard and never darken my door again . '' `` Goodness , who wants to , you old spitfire ? '' said Thomas . It was n't just the thing for him to say , perhaps , but we are all human , even elders . The girls did n't escape . Emmeline looked daggers at them . `` This will be something for you to carry back to Avonlea , '' she said . `` You gossips down there will have enough to talk about for a spell . That 's all you ever go out of Avonlea for -- just to fetch and carry tales . '' Finally she finished up with the minister . `` I 'm going to the Baptist church in Spencervale after this , '' she said . Her tone and look said a hundred other things . She whirled into the house and slammed the door .
Mr. Leonard looked around on us with a pitying smile as Stephen put poor , half-fainting XXXXX into the buggy .
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