I 'll call her in . '' Anne came running in presently , her face sparkling with the delight of her orchard rovings ; but , abashed at finding the delight herself in the unexpected presence of a stranger , she halted confusedly inside the door . She certainly was an odd-looking little creature in the short tight wincey dress she had worn from the asylum , below which her thin legs seemed ungracefully long . Her freckles were more numerous and obtrusive than ever ; the wind had ruffled her hatless hair into over-brilliant disorder ; it had never looked redder than at that moment . `` Well , they did n't pick you for your looks , that 's sure and certain , '' was Mrs. Rachel Lynde 's emphatic comment . Mrs. Rachel was one of those delightful and popular people who pride themselves on speaking their mind without fear or favor . `` She 's terrible skinny and homely , Marilla . Come here , child , and let me have a look at you . Lawful heart , did any one ever see such freckles ? And hair as red as carrots ! Come here , child , I say . '' Anne `` came there , '' but not exactly as Mrs. Rachel expected . With one bound she crossed the kitchen floor and stood before Mrs. Rachel , her face scarlet with anger , her lips quivering , and her whole slender form trembling from head to foot . `` I hate you , '' she cried in a choked voice , stamping her foot on the floor . `` I hate you -- I hate you -- I hate you -- '' a louder stamp with each assertion of hatred . `` How dare you call me skinny and ugly ? How dare you say I 'm freckled and redheaded ? You are a rude , impolite , unfeeling woman ! '' `` Anne ! '' exclaimed Marilla in consternation .
But Anne continued to face Mrs. Rachel undauntedly , head up , eyes blazing , hands clenched , passionate indignation exhaling XXXXX her like an atmosphere .
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