`` I had never been whipped . Dread and terror filled my poor little heart . I have never been so miserable in my life as I was on that walk home . I had not meant to be naughty . Phemy Cameron had asked me to go home with her and I had not known it was wrong to go . And now I was to be whipped for it . When we got home my sister dragged me into the kitchen where mother was sitting by the fire in the twilight . My poor wee legs were trembling so that I could hardly stand . And mother -- mother just took me up in her arms , without one word of rebuke or harshness , kissed me and held me close to her heart . ' I was so frightened you were lost , darling , ' she said tenderly . I could see the love shining in her eyes as she looked down on me . She never scolded or reproached me for what I had done -- only told me I must never go away again without asking permission . She died very soon afterwards . That is the only memory I have of her . Is n't it a beautiful one ? '' Anne felt lonelier than ever as she walked home , going by way of the Birch Path and Willowmere . She had not walked that way for many moons . It was a darkly-purple bloomy night . The air was heavy with blossom fragrance -- almost too heavy . The cloyed senses recoiled from it as from an overfull cup .
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