But Em and I made up the old quarrel yesterday . She said she 'd have spoken years ago , only she thought I would n't . And I never spoke to her because I was sure she would n't speak to me . Is n't it strange how people misunderstand each other , Anne ? '' `` Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding , I think , '' said Anne . `` I must go now , Ruby . It 's getting late -- and you should n't be out in the damp . '' `` You 'll come up soon again . '' `` Yes , very soon . And if there 's anything I can do to help you I 'll be so glad . '' `` I know . You HAVE helped me already . Nothing seems quite so dreadful now . Good night , Anne . '' `` Good night , dear . '' Anne walked home very slowly in the moonlight . The evening had changed something for her . Life held a different meaning , a deeper purpose . On the surface it would go on just the same ; but the deeps had been stirred . It must not be with her as with poor butterfly Ruby .
When she came to the end of one life it must not be XXXXX face the next with the shrinking terror of something wholly different -- something for which accustomed thought and ideal and aspiration had unfitted her .
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