Please say you forgive me , Mrs. Lynde . '' Anne clasped her hands together , bowed her head , and waited for the word of judgment . There was no mistaking her sincerity -- it breathed in every tone of her voice . Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring . But the former under-stood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation -- was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement . Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she , Marilla , had plumed herself ? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure . Good Mrs. Lynde , not being overburdened with perception , did not see this . She only perceived that Anne had made a very thorough apology and all resentment vanished from her kindly , if somewhat officious , heart . `` There , there , get up , child , '' she said heartily . `` Of course I forgive you . I guess I was a little too hard on you , anyway . But I 'm such an outspoken person . You just must n't mind me , that 's what . It ca n't be denied your hair is terrible red ; but I knew a girl once -- went to school with her , in fact -- whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young , but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn . I would n't be a mite surprised if yours did , too -- not a mite . '' `` Oh , Mrs. Lynde ! '' Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet . `` You have given me a hope . I shall always feel that you are a benefactor .
Oh , I could endure anything XXXXX I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up .
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