Of course , it wo n't always be in blossom , but one can imagine that it is , ca n't one ? '' `` I never in all my life saw or heard anything to equal her , '' muttered Marilla , beating a retreat down to the cellar after potatoes . `` She is kind of interesting as Matthew says . I can feel already that I 'm wondering what on earth she 'll say next . She 'll be casting a spell over me , too . She 's cast it over Matthew . That look he gave me when he went out said everything he said or hinted last night over again . I wish he was like other men and would talk things out . A body could answer back then and argue him into reason . But what 's to be done with a man who just LOOKS ? '' Anne had relapsed into reverie , with her chin in her hands and her eyes on the sky , when Marilla returned from her cellar pilgrimage . There Marilla left her until the early dinner was on the table . `` I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon , Matthew ? '' said Marilla . Matthew nodded and looked wistfully at Anne . Marilla intercepted the look and said grimly : `` I 'm going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing . I 'll take Anne with me and Mrs. Spencer will probably make arrangements to send her back to Nova Scotia at once . I 'll set your tea out for you and I 'll be home in time to milk the cows . '' Still Matthew said nothing and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath . There is nothing more aggravating than a man who wo n't talk back -- unless it is a woman who wo n't .
Matthew hitched the sorrel into the buggy XXXXX due time and Marilla and Anne set off .
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