Mrs. Lynde says it has worn her nerves to a frazzle . He creeps up behind her , you know , and then lets go . He was determined to have a bonfire for you , too . He 's been piling up branches for a fortnight and pestering Marilla to be let pour some kerosene oil over it before setting it on fire . I guess she did , by the smell , though Mrs. Lynde said up to the last that Davy would blow himself and everybody else up if he was let . '' Anne was out of the buggy by this time , and Davy was rapturously hugging her knees , while even Dora was clinging to her hand . `` Is n't that a bully bonfire , Anne ? Just let me show you how to poke it -- see the sparks ? I did it for you , Anne , 'cause I was so glad you were coming home . '' The kitchen door opened and Marilla 's spare form darkened against the inner light . She preferred to meet Anne in the shadows , for she was horribly afraid that she was going to cry with joy -- she , stern , repressed Marilla , who thought all display of deep emotion unseemly . Mrs. Lynde was behind her , sonsy , kindly , matronly , as of yore . The love that Anne had told Phil was waiting for her surrounded her and enfolded her with its blessing and its sweetness . Nothing , after all , could compare with old ties , old friends , and old Green Gables ! How starry Anne 's eyes were as they sat down to the loaded supper table , how pink her cheeks , how silver-clear her laughter ! And Diana was going to stay all night , too . How like the dear old times it was ! And the rose-bud tea-set graced the table ! With Marilla the force of nature could no further go . `` I suppose you and Diana will now proceed to talk all night , '' said Marilla sarcastically , as the girls went upstairs .
Marilla was always sarcastic XXXXX any self-betrayal .
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