That is fast dye if ever there was any . Your hair must be cut off ; there is no other way . You ca n't go out with it looking like that . '' Anne 's lips quivered , but she realized the bitter truth of Marilla 's remarks . With a dismal sigh she went for the scissors . `` Please cut it off at once , Marilla , and have it over . Oh , I feel that my heart is broken . This is such an unromantic affliction . The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it to get money for some good deed , and I 'm sure I would n't mind losing my hair in some such fashion half so much . But there is nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you 've dyed it a dreadful color , is there ? I 'm going to weep all the time you 're cutting it off , if it wo n't interfere . It seems such a tragic thing . '' Anne wept then , but later on , when she went upstairs and looked in the glass , she was calm with despair . Marilla had done her work thoroughly and it had been necessary to shingle the hair as closely as possible . The result was not becoming , to state the case as mildly as may be . Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall . `` I 'll never , never look at myself again until my hair grows , '' she exclaimed passionately . Then she suddenly righted the glass . `` Yes , I will , too . I 'd do penance for being wicked that way .
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