That is poetry , but it is true . And oh , how Josie Pye will laugh ! Marilla , I CAN NOT face Josie Pye . I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island . '' Anne 's unhappiness continued for a week . During that time she went nowhere and shampooed her hair every day . Diana alone of outsiders knew the fatal secret , but she promised solemnly never to tell , and it may be stated here and now that she kept her word . At the end of the week Marilla said decidedly : `` It 's no use , Anne . 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 XXXXX the glass , she was calm with despair .
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