`` I could n't help it , Anne -- I could n't help it , '' said poor Leslie . `` I know that . '' `` Do you blame me so very much ? '' `` I do n't blame you at all . '' `` And you wo n't -- you wo n't tell Gilbert ? '' `` Leslie ! Do you think I would do such a thing ? '' `` Oh , I do n't know -- you and Gilbert are such CHUMS . I do n't see how you could help telling him everything . '' `` Everything about my own concerns -- yes . But not my friends ' secrets . '' `` I could n't have HIM know . But I 'm glad YOU know . I would feel guilty if there were anything I was ashamed to tell you . I hope Miss Cornelia wo n't find out . Sometimes I feel as if those terrible , kind brown eyes of hers read my very soul . Oh , I wish this mist would never lift -- I wish I could just stay in it forever , hidden away from every living being . I do n't see how I can go on with life . This summer has been so full . I never was lonely for a moment .
Before Owen came there used to be horrible moments -- when I had been with you and Gilbert -- and then had XXXXX leave you .
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