Diana and I thought this was because she had never had a lover of her own . Somehow , it seemed impossible to think of lovers in connection with Miss Emily . She was short and stout and pudgy , with a face so round and fat and red that it seemed quite featureless ; and her hair was scanty and gray . She walked with a waddle , just like Mrs. Rachel Lynde , and she was always rather short of breath . It was hard to believe Miss Emily had ever been young ; yet old Mr. Murray , who lived next door to the Leiths , not only expected us to believe it , but assured us that she had been very pretty . `` THAT , at least , is impossible , '' said Diana to me . And then , one day , Miss Emily died . I 'm afraid no one was very sorry . It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and leave not one person behind to be sorry because you have gone . Miss Emily was dead and buried before Diana and I heard of it at all . The first I knew of it was when I came home from Orchard Slope one day and found a queer , shabby little black horsehair trunk , all studded with brass nails , on the floor of my room at Green Gables . Marilla told me that Jack Leith had brought it over , and said that it had belonged to Miss Emily and that , when she was dying , she asked them to send it to me . `` But what is in it ? And what am I to do with it ? '' I asked in bewilderment . `` There was nothing said about what you were to do with it . Jack said they did n't know what was in it , and had n't looked into it , seeing that it was your property . It seems a rather queer proceeding -- but you 're always getting mixed up in queer proceedings , Anne . As for what is in it , the easiest way to find out , I reckon , is to open it and see . The key is tied to it .
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