The tears filled her big , blue eyes and her voice trembled as she said : `` Thyra , I 'm sorry for you . I -- I -- lost a child once -- my little first-born . And Chester was a dear , good lad . '' For a moment Thyra strained her small , tense body away from Cynthia 's embrace . Then she shuddered and cried out . The tears came , and she wept her agony out on the other woman 's breast . As the ill news spread , other Avonlea women kept dropping in all through the day to condole with Thyra . Many of them came in real sympathy , but some out of mere curiosity to see how she took it . Thyra knew this , but she did not resent it , as she would once have done . She listened very quietly to all the halting efforts at consolation , and the little platitudes with which they strove to cover the nakedness of bereavement . When darkness came Cynthia said she must go home , but would send one of her girls over for the night . `` You wo n't feel like staying alone , '' she said . Thyra looked up steadily . `` No . But I want you to send for Damaris Garland . '' `` Damaris Garland ! '' Cynthia repeated the name as if disbelieving her own ears . There was never any knowing what whim Thyra might take , but Cynthia had not expected this . `` Yes . Tell her I want her -- tell her she must come .
She must hate me bitterly ; but I am punished enough XXXXX satisfy even her hate .
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