During this dialogue the child had remained silent , her eyes roving from one to the other , all the animation fading out of her face . Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said . Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands . `` You do n't want me ! '' she cried . `` You do n't want me because I 'm not a boy ! I might have expected it . Nobody ever did want me . I might have known it was all too beautiful to last . I might have known nobody really did want me . Oh , what shall I do ? I 'm going to burst into tears ! '' Burst into tears she did . Sitting down on a chair by the table , flinging her arms out upon it , and burying her face in them , she proceeded to cry stormily . Marilla and Matthew looked at each other deprecatingly across the stove . Neither of them knew what to say or do . Finally Marilla stepped lamely into the breach . `` 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 .
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