`` Well , well , there 's no need to cry so about it . '' `` Yes , there IS need ! '' The child raised her head quickly , revealing a tear-stained face and trembling lips . `` YOU would cry , too , if you were an orphan and had come to a place you thought was going to be home and found that they did n't want you because you were n't a boy . Oh , this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me ! '' Something like a reluctant smile , rather rusty from long disuse , mellowed Marilla 's grim expression . `` Well , do n't cry any more . We 're not going to turn you out-of-doors to-night . You 'll have to stay here until we investigate this affair . What 's your name ? '' The child hesitated for a moment . `` Will you please call me Cordelia ? '' she said eagerly . `` CALL you Cordelia ? Is that your name ? '' `` No-o-o , it 's not exactly my name , but I would love to be called Cordelia . It 's such a perfectly elegant name . '' `` I do n't know what on earth you mean . If Cordelia is n't your name , what is ? '' `` Anne Shirley , '' reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name , `` but , oh , please do call me Cordelia .
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