And she had known all along that it would come sooner or later . She had seen it coming to her -- coming -- coming -- as one sees the shadow of a cloud drawing near over a sunny field , swiftly and inescapably . Amid all her pain she was conscious of an odd feeling of relief in some hidden part of her soul , where a little dull , unacknowledged soreness had been lurking all winter . No one -- no one could ever call Walter a slacker now . Rilla did not sleep that night . Perhaps no one at Ingleside did except Jims . The body grows slowly and steadily , but the soul grows by leaps and bounds . It may come to its full stature in an hour . From that night Rilla Blythe 's soul was the soul of a woman in its capacity for suffering , for strength , for endurance . When the bitter dawn came she rose and went to her window . Below her was a big apple-tree , a great swelling cone of rosy blossom . Walter had planted it years ago when he was a little boy . Beyond Rainbow Valley there was a cloudy shore of morning with little ripples of sunrise breaking over it . The far , cold beauty of a lingering star shone above it . Why , in this world of springtime loveliness , must hearts break ? Rilla felt arms go about her lovingly , protectingly . It was mother -- pale , large-eyed mother . `` Oh , mother , how can you bear it ? '' she cried wildly . `` Rilla , dear , I 've known for several days that Walter meant to go .
I 've had time to -- XXXXX rebel and grow reconciled .
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