she demanded fiercely . Chester was uncomfortable . Much as he loved his mother , he felt , and always had felt , an awe of her and an impatient dislike of her dramatic ways of speaking and acting . He reflected , resentfully , that no other young man in Avonlea , who had been paying a friendly call , would be met by his mother at midnight and held up in such tragic fashion to account for himself . He tried vainly to loosen her hold upon his arm , but he understood quite well that he must give her an answer . Being strictly straight-forward by nature and upbringing , he told the truth , albeit with more anger in his tone than he had ever shown to his mother before . `` Yes , '' he said shortly . Thyra released his arm , and struck her hands together with a sharp cry . There was a savage note in it . She could have slain Damaris Garland at that moment . `` Do n't go on so , mother , '' said Chester , impatiently . `` Come in out of the cold . It is n't fit for you to be here . Who has been tampering with you ? What if I did go to see Damaris ? '' `` Oh -- oh -- oh ! '' cried Thyra . `` I was waiting for you -- alone -- and you were thinking only of her ! Chester , answer me -- do you love her ? '' The blood rolled rapidly over the boy 's face .
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