en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter XXVII
CHAPITRE XXVII.


VANITÉ ET VEXATION MORALE.


Marilla rentra à la maison d'une réunion de l'association d'entraide, un soir de la fin du mois d'avril et réalisa que l'hiver était bel et bien terminé, avec un frisson de plaisir que le printemps procure immanquablement aux plus âgés et aux plus tristes comme aux plus jeunes et aux plus joyeux. Marilla ne se laissait pas aller à une analyse subjective de ses pensées et de ses sentiments. Elle imaginait certainement qu'elle songeait à l'association d'entraide, à leur caisse des œuvres missionnaires, et au nouveau tapis pour la sacristie, mais, au-delà de ces considérations, elle avait conscience de l'harmonie des champs rouges qui s’évanouissaient dans des brumes aux nuances mauve pâle sous le soleil couchant, des ombres longues et pointues des sapins qui surplombaient la prairie derrière le ruisseau, des érables immobiles parés d'incarnat autour d'une mare semblable à un miroir, du réveil de la nature et du mouvement de pulsations invisibles sous les mottes grises. Le printemps avait envahi la région et le pas prudent de Marilla, le pas d'une femme entre deux âges, se faisait plus léger et plus rapide à cause de sa joie profonde et primitive.

À travers le lacis des arbres, son regard se posait affectueusement sur les Pignons verts et les rayons du soleil, jouant avec les vitres des fenêtres, faisaient scintiller mille petites lumières éclatantes. Marilla, alors qu'elle avançait prudemment dans l'allée humide, songeait que c'était vraiment une satisfaction de savoir qu'elle rentrait à la maison où un bon feu de bois crépitant et une table toute dressée pour le thé l'attendaient, à la place de l'accueil glacial au retour des réunions de solidarité d'autrefois avant l'arrivée d'Anne aux Pignons verts.

Aussi, lorsque Marilla entra dans sa cuisine et trouva le feu éteint, sans aucun signe d'Anne nulle part, elle se sentit à juste titre déçue et irritée. Elle avait demandé à Anne de s'assurer que le thé fût prêt pour cinq heures, mais maintenant elle devait se dépêcher d'enlever sa deuxième plus belle robe et préparer le repas elle-même en prévision du retour de Matthew des labours.

— Je vais régler mes comptes avec mademoiselle Anne quand elle rentrera, dit Marilla d'un ton sévère et elle tailla du petit bois avec un couteau à découper en y mettant plus de vigueur que nécessaire. Matthew était rentré et attendait patiemment son thé dans son coin. — Elle batifole quelque part avec Diana, en train d'écrire des histoires ou de jouer des saynètes et autres idioties et elle ne pense pas une seconde à l'heure qu'il est ou à ses responsabilités. Je vais devoir mettre un terme immédiat et radical à ce genre de chose. Je me fiche que Mme Allan dise qu'elle est l'enfant la plus brillante et la plus gentille qu'elle ait jamais connue. Elle peut être assez brillante et gentille, certes, mais sa tête est farcie de bêtises et il est impossible de savoir sous quelle forme elles vont éclore. À peine abandonne-t-elle une marotte qu'elle s'en entiche d'une autre. Mais là ! Voilà que je répète exactement les propos de Rachel Lynde aujourd'hui à l'association d'entraide et qui m'ont tellement agacée. J'étais vraiment contente quand Mme Allan a parlé en faveur d'Anne, car si elle ne l'avait pas fait, je sais que j'aurais dit quelque chose de trop acerbe à Rachel, devant tout le monde. Anne a beaucoup de défauts, Dieu m'en est témoin, et loin de moi l'idée de dire le contraire. Mais c'est moi qui l'éduque et pas Rachel Lynde qui trouverait des défauts même à l'ange Gabriel s'il vivait à Avonlea. Quoi qu'il en soit, Anne n'a aucune raison de quitter ainsi la maison alors que je lui ai dit qu'elle devait y demeurer cet après-midi et s'occuper de certaines tâches. Je dois dire que malgré ses défauts je ne l'ai jamais surprise en train de désobéir ni de se montrer indigne de confiance jusqu'à présent, et je suis désolée de découvrir maintenant qu'elle l'est.

— Eh bien, à c'theure, j'sais pas, dit Matthew, qui, étant patient et sage et surtout affamé, avait jugé bon de laisser Marilla exprimer sa colère sans entrave, ayant appris par l'expérience qu'elle terminait le travail qu'elle avait à faire beaucoup plus rapidement si elle n'était pas retardée par un argument inopportun. — P't-être que tu la juges un peu trop vite, Marilla N'va pas dire qu'elle est pas digne de confiance tant qu't'es pas sûre qu'elle t'a désobéi. P't-être que ça peut s'expliquer... Anne est très forte pour les explications.

— Elle n'est pas là alors que je lui ai demandé de rester ici, rétorqua Marilla. Je pense qu'il lui sera difficile de m'expliquer cela. De toute façon, je me doutais que tu prendrais sa défense, Matthew. Mais c'est moi qui l'élève, pas toi !

Il faisait nuit lorsque le souper fut prêt, et toujours aucun signe d'Anne, arrivant à la hâte par-dessus le pont de rondins ou dans l'allée des amoureux, haletante et repentante d'avoir négligé ses corvées. Marilla lava et rangea la vaisselle sans desserrer les dents. Puis, voulant une bougie pour éclairer dans la cave, elle monta vers le pignon est pour récupérer celle qui était généralement sur la table d'Anne. En l'allumant, elle se retourna et vit Anne allongée sur le lit, le visage enfoui dans ses oreillers.

— Bonté divine, fit Marilla étonnée, étais-tu endormie, Anne ?

— Non, dit-elle, d'une réponse étouffée.

— Alors es-tu malade ? demanda Marilla anxieuse, en se dirigeant vers le lit.

Anne s'enfonça davantage dans ses oreillers comme si elle désirait se cacher à jamais des yeux des mortels.

— Non. Mais s'il te plaît, Marilla, va-t'en et ne me regarde pas. Je suis au comble du désespoir et je me fiche de savoir qui est le premier de la classe, qui écrit la meilleure composition ou qui chante dans la chorale de l'école du dimanche. Les choses insignifiantes comme ça n'ont pas d'importance à présent parce que je pense que je ne serai plus jamais capable d'aller nulle part. Ma carrière est terminée. S'il te plaît, Marilla, va-t'en et ne me regarde pas.

— A-t-on jamais rien entendu de tel ? Marilla stupéfaite voulait savoir. Anne Shirley, quel est ton problème ? Qu'as-tu fait ? Lève-toi immédiatement et raconte-moi. Immédiatement, j'ai dit. Voilà maintenant, qu'y a-t-il ?

Obéissante et désespérée, Anne s'était levée.

— Regarde mes cheveux, Marilla, murmura-t-elle.

Dès lors, Marilla souleva sa bougie et regarda attentivement les cheveux d'Anne, qui tombaient en une lourde masse sur son dos. Ils avaient vraiment une apparence très étrange.

— Anne Shirley, qu'as-tu fait à tes cheveux ? Mais, ils sont verts !

Ils pouvaient être qualifiés de verts, s'il s'agissait de n'importe quelle couleur terrestre — un vert étrange, terne, aux reflets de bronze, avec çà et là des mèches du roux d'origine pour accentuer l'épouvantable effet. De toute sa vie, Marilla n'avait jamais rien vu d'aussi grotesque que les cheveux d'Anne à cet instant.

— Oui, ils sont verts, gémit Anne. Je pensais que rien ne pourrait être pire que les cheveux roux. Mais maintenant je sais qu'avoir des cheveux verts c'est cent fois pire. Oh ! Marilla, tu peux à peine imaginer comme je me sens infiniment misérable.

— Je peux à peine imaginer comment tu t'es mise dans ce pétrin, mais je compte bien le découvrir, déclara Marilla. Descends tout de suite à la cuisine, il fait trop froid ici, et raconte-moi simplement ce que tu as fait. Depuis un certain temps, je m'attendais à ce qu'il arrive quelque chose d'étrange. Tu ne t'étais pas attiré d'ennuis depuis plus de deux mois, et j'étais certaine que le prochain était imminent. À présent, qu'as-tu donc fait à tes cheveux ?

— Je les ai teints.

— Les teindre ! Teindre tes cheveux ! Anne Shirley, ne savais-tu pas que c'était une vilaine action ?

— Oui, je savais que ce n'était pas vraiment bien, reconnut Anne. Mais j'ai pensé que ça valait le coup de ne pas agir très bien pour se débarrasser de cheveux roux. J'ai pesé le pour et le contre, Marilla. De plus, j'avais l'intention de trouver d'autres occasions de me montrer particulièrement sage pour me rattraper.

— Eh bien, dit Marilla avec sarcasme, à ta place, tant qu'à décider que ça valait la peine de teindre mes cheveux, je leur aurais au moins donné une couleur décente. Je ne les aurais pas teints en vert.

— Mais je n'avais pas l'intention de les teindre en vert, Marilla, protesta Anne, d'un ton abattu. Si j'ai été méchante, je l'ai été dans un but bien précis. Il m'a dit que cela donnerait à mes cheveux une belle couleur noir corbeau... il m'a positivement assuré que ça marcherait.. Comment aurais-je pu mettre sa parole en doute, Marilla ? Je sais ce que cela fait quand on doute de votre parole. Et Mme Allan dit que nous ne devrions jamais soupçonner quelqu'un de ne pas nous dire la vérité à moins d'en avoir la preuve. J'ai la preuve désormais : des cheveux verts sont une preuve suffisante pour n'importe qui. Mais je ne l'avais pas alors et j'ai cru en toutes ses promesses.

— Qui t'a fait des promesses ? De qui parles-tu ?

— Le colporteur qui est venu ici cet après-midi. C'est à lui que j'ai acheté la teinture.

— Anne Shirley, combien de fois ne t'ai-je pas dit de ne pas laisser un de ces Italiens entrer dans la maison. Je ne crois pas qu'il faille les encourager à venir du tout.

— Oh, je ne l'ai pas laissé entrer dans la maison. Je me suis souvenue de ce que tu m'avais dit, et je suis sortie, j'ai soigneusement fermé la porte et j'ai regardé ses marchandises sur le perron. D'ailleurs, il n'était pas Italien — c'était un juif allemand. Il avait une grosse boîte pleine de choses très intéressantes et il m'a dit qu'il travaillait dur pour gagner suffisamment d'argent pour faire venir sa femme et ses enfants d'Allemagne. Il parlait d'eux avec tellement d'émotion qu'il a touché mon cœur. J'ai voulu lui acheter quelque chose pour l'aider dans ce si noble objectif. Puis soudain j'ai vu la bouteille de teinture pour cheveux. Le colporteur a dit qu'elle garantissait de teindre tous les cheveux d'un beau noir corbeau et qu'elle ne partait pas au lavage. Aussitôt, je me suis vue avec de beaux cheveux noirs de jais et la tentation fut irrésistible. Mais le prix de la bouteille était de soixante-quinze cents et il ne me restait que cinquante cents d'économies. Je pense que le colporteur avait très bon cœur, car il a dit que, vu que c'était moi, il la vendrait pour cinquante cents et que c'était la laisser pour rien. Alors je l'ai achetée, et dès qu'il fut parti, je suis montée ici et l'ai appliquée avec une vieille brosse à cheveux en suivant les instructions. J'ai utilisé toute la bouteille, et, oh, Marilla, quand j'ai vu l'affreuse couleur que prenaient mes cheveux, je m'en suis voulu d'être vilaine, je peux te l'assurer. Et depuis, je ne cesse de me repentir.

— Eh bien, j'espère que ton repentir sera une bonne chose, dit sévèrement Marilla, et que cela t'a ouvert les yeux et que tu vois où ta vanité t'a conduite, Anne. Dieu seul sait quoi faire maintenant. Je suppose que la première chose à faire est de bien te laver les cheveux et de voir si ça change quelque chose.

En conséquence, Anne se lava les cheveux, en les frottant vigoureusement avec de l'eau et du savon, mais elle aurait aussi bien pu tenter de leur enlever leur couleur carotte d'origine qu'on n'y aurait vu aucune différence.. Le colporteur avait certainement dit la vérité en déclarant que la teinture ne partirait pas au lavage, bien que sa véracité pût être contestée sur d'autres points.

— Oh, Marilla, que vais-je faire ? demanda Anne en larmes. Je ne pourrais jamais supporter une telle épreuve. Les gens ont pratiquement oublié mes autres betises — le gâteau à l'onguent, l'enivrement de Diana et ma colère contre Mme Lynde. Mais ils n'oublieront jamais ça. Ils penseront que je ne suis pas fréquentable. Oh, Marilla, « Ô, qu'elle est emmêlée la toile que nous tissons quand d'abord nous pratiquons la tromperie. » C'est de la poésie, mais c'est la vérité. Et oh, comment Josie Pye va se moquer de moi ! Marilla, je ne peux pas affronter Josie Pye. Je suis la fille la plus malheureuse de toute l'Île-du-Prince-Édouard.

La tristesse d'Anne continua pendant une semaine. Durant ce temps, elle n'alla nulle part et se lava les cheveux tous les jours. Des personnes extérieures, seule Diana connaissait le terrible secret, mais elle avait promis solennellement de ne jamais le révéler, et on peut dire ici et maintenant qu'elle sut tenir parole. À la fin de la semaine, Marilla dit d'un air décidé : — Ça ne sert à rien, Anne. C'est vraiment une teinture tenace, c'est irréfutable. Nous devons te couper les cheveux ; il n'y a pas d'autre solution. Tu ne peux pas sortir ainsi.

Les lèvres d'Anne tremblèrent, mais elle réalisa l'amère vérité des remarques de Marilla. Avec un triste soupir, elle alla chercher les ciseaux.

— S'il te plait, coupe-les d'un seul coup, Marilla, qu'on en finisse. Oh, je sens que mon coeur est brisé. C'est une souffrance si peu romantique. Dans les livres, les filles perdent leurs cheveux à cause de la maladie ou les vendent pour obtenir de l'argent pour une bonne cause, et je suis certaine que cela ne me dérangerait pas autant de les perdre d'une telle façon. Mais il n'y a rien de réconfortant lorsqu'on vous coupe les cheveux parce que vous les avez teints d'une affreuse couleur, n'est-ce pas ? Je ne vais pas cesser de pleurer pendant que tu les coupes, si ça ne te gêne pas. Ça semble être si tragique.

Anne pleura alors, mais plus tard, quand elle monta les escaliers et se regarda dans la glace, elle était calme et au bord du désespoir. Marilla avait parfaitement rempli sa mission, elle avait dû couper les cheveux aussi ras que possible. Pour dire les choses avec diplomatie, le résultat n'était pas aussi séduisant qu'il aurait pu être. Anne tourna rapidement son miroir contre le mur.

— Je ne me regarderai plus jamais jusqu'à ce que mes cheveux repoussent, s'exclama-t-elle avec passion.

Puis soudain elle remit le miroir en place.

Ou plutôt, je vais le faire. Comme ça, ce sera ma pénitence pour avoir été vilaine. Je vais me regarder chaque fois que je rentrerai dans ma chambre et je verrai combien je suis laide. Et je n'essaierai pas de faire jouer mon imagination non plus. Je n'ai jamais pensé que je tirais de la vanité au sujet de ma chevelure — de toutes les autres choses, oui —, mais maintenant je sais que c'était le cas, bien qu'elle ait été rousse, parce qu'elle était si longue, si épaisse et si bouclée. Je m'attends à ce que quelque chose arrive bientôt à mon nez.

La coupe courte d'Anne fit sensation à l'école le lundi suivant, mais à son grand soulagement personne n'en devina la véritable raison, pas même Josie Pye, qui, toutefois, ne manqua pas d'informer Anne qu'elle avait l'air d'un parfait épouvantail.

— Je n'ai rien répondu quand Josie me l'a dit, confia Anne ce soir-là à Marilla, qui était allongée sur le canapé après l'une de ses migraines, parce que j'ai pensé que cela faisait partie de ma punition et que je devais la supporter patiemment. C'est difficile de s'entendre dire que l'on ressemble à un épouvantail et je voulais répliquer quelque chose en retour. Mais je ne l'ai pas fait. J'ai juste ignoré son regard méprisant et je lui ai pardonné. Cela vous fait vous sentir très vertueuse quand vous pardonnez aux gens, n'est-ce pas ? Je veux consacrer toute mon énergie à être bonne après cela et je ne chercherai jamais plus à être belle. Bien sûr, c'est mieux d'être bonne. Je sais que c'est le cas, mais c'est parfois si difficile de croire une chose même quand on le sait. Je veux vraiment être quelqu'un de bien, Marilla, comme toi, Mme Allan, et Mlle Stacy, et vous faire honneur en grandissant. Diana dit que lorsque mes cheveux commenceront à repousser, de nouer un ruban de velours noir autour de ma tête, avec un nœud sur le côté. Elle dit qu'elle pense que ce sera très seyant. Je dirai que c'est un turban — ça sonnne si romantique. Mais est-ce que je parle trop, Marilla ? Ça te fait mal à la tête ?

— Ma tête va mieux à présent. Pourtant, c'était terrible cet après-midi. Ces maux de tête ne cessent d'empirer. Je vais devoir consulter un médecin à leur sujet. Pour ce qui est de tes bavardages, je ne sais pas si cela me dérange — j'y suis tellement habituée.

C'était pour Marilla une manière de dire qu'elle aimait l'entendre.
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CHAPTER XXVII.
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VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT.
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Marilla was not given to subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings.
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Matthew had come in and was waiting patiently for his tea in his corner.
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She's just got to be pulled up short and sudden on this sort of thing.
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I don't care if Mrs. Allan does say she's the brightest and sweetest child she ever knew.
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Just as soon as she grows out of one freak she takes up with another.
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But there!
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Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled with Rachel Lynde for saying at the Aid to-day.
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Anne's got plenty of faults, goodness knows, and far be it from me to deny it.
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"Perhaps you're judging her too hasty, Marilla.
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Don't call her untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you.
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Mebbe it can all be explained—Anne's a great hand at explaining."
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"She's not here when I told her to stay," retorted Marilla. "
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I reckon she'll find it hard to explain that to my satisfaction.
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Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew.
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But I'm bringing her up, not you."
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Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly.
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"Mercy on us," said astonished Marilla, "have you been asleep, Anne?"
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"No," was the muffled reply.
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"Are you sick then?"
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demanded Marilla anxiously, going over to the bed.
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Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself for ever from mortal eyes.
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"No.
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But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me.
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My career is closed.
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Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me."
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"Did any one ever hear the like?"
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the mystified Marilla wanted to know.
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"Anne Shirley, whatever is the matter with you?
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What have you done?
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Get right up this minute and tell me.
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This minute, I say.
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There now, what is it?"
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Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience.
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"Look at my hair, Marilla," she whispered.
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It certainly had a very strange appearance.
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"Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair?
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Why, it's green!"
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Never in all her life had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne's hair at that moment.
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"Yes, it's green," moaned Anne.
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"I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair.
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But now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair.
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Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am."
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"I little know how you got into this fix, but I mean to find out," said Marilla.
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"Come right down to the kitchen—it's too cold up here—and tell me just what you've done.
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I've been expecting something queer for some time.
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You haven't got into any scrape for over two months, and I was sure another one was due.
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Now, then, what did you do to your hair?"
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"I dyed it."
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"Dyed it!
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Dyed your hair!
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Anne Shirley, didn't you know it was a wicked thing to do?"
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"Yes, I knew it was a little wicked," admitted Anne.
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"But I thought it was worth while to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair.
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I counted the cost, Marilla.
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Besides, I meant to be extra good in other ways to make up for it."
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I wouldn't have dyed it green."
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"But I didn't mean to dye it green, Marilla," protested Anne dejectedly.
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"If I was wicked I meant to be wicked to some purpose.
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He said it would turn my hair a beautiful raven black—he positively assured me that it would.
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How could I doubt his word, Marilla?
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I know what it feels like to have your word doubted.
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I have proof now—green hair is proof enough for anybody.
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But I hadn't then and I believed every word he said implicitly."
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"Who said?
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Who are you talking about?"
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"The pedlar that was here this afternoon.
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I bought the dye from him."
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"Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house!
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I don't believe in encouraging them to come around at all."
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"Oh, I didn't let him in the house.
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Besides, he wasn't an Italian—he was a German Jew.
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He spoke so feelingly about them that it touched my heart.
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I wanted to buy something from him to help him in such a worthy object.
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Then all at once I saw the bottle of hair dye.
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The pedlar said it was warranted to dye any hair a beautiful raven black and wouldn't wash off.
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In a trice I saw myself with beautiful raven black hair and the temptation was irresistible.
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And I've been repenting ever since."
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I suppose the first thing is to give your hair a good washing and see if that will do any good."
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"Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?"
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questioned Anne in tears.
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"I can never live this down.
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But they'll never forget this.
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They will think I am not respectable.
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Oh, Marilla, 'what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive.'
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That is poetry, but it is true.
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And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh!
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Marilla, I cannot face Josie Pye.
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I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island."
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Anne's unhappiness continued for a week.
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During that time she went nowhere and shampooed her hair every day.
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At the end of the week Marilla said decidedly: "It's no use, Anne.
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That is fast dye if ever there was any.
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Your hair must be cut off; there is no other way.
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You can't go out with it looking like that."
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Anne's lips quivered, but she realized the bitter truth of Marilla's remarks.
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With a dismal sigh she went for the scissors.
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"Please cut it off at once, Marilla, and have it over.
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Oh, I feel that my heart is broken.
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This is such an unromantic affliction.
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I'm going to weep all the time you're cutting it off, if it won't interfere.
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It seems such a tragic thing."
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The result was not becoming, to state the case as mildly as may be.
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Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall.
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"I'll never, never look at myself again until my hair grows," she exclaimed passionately.
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Then she suddenly righted the glass.
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"Yes, I will, too.
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I'd do penance for being wicked that way.
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I'll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly I am.
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And I won't try to imagine it away, either.
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I expect something will happen to my nose next."
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It's hard to be told you look like a scarecrow and I wanted to say something back.
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But I didn't.
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I just swept her one scornful look and then I forgave her.
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It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?
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Of course it's better to be good.
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I know it is, but it's sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it.
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She says she thinks it will be very becoming.
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I will call it a snood—that sounds so romantic.
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But am I talking too much, Marilla?
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Does it hurt your head?"
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"My head is better now.
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It was terrible bad this afternoon, though.
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These headaches of mine are getting worse and worse.
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I'll have to see a doctor about them.
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As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it—I've got so used to it."
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Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.
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Update: Thank to Gaby and her watching the movie, we now know that:
1. Anne only use the formal form ("vous") at the start, but later (we agreed for Chapter XI) she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates. Marilla and Rachel are friends and they use "tu".
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We need to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.
by gaelle044 2 weeks ago

Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century. It recounts the adventures of Anne Shirley, an 11-year-old orphan girl who is mistakenly sent to Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, a middle-aged brother and sister who had intended to adopt a boy to help them on their farm in Prince Edward Island. The novel recounts how Anne makes her way with the Cuthberts, in school, and within the town. Since publication, Anne of Green Gables has sold more than 50 million copies and has been translated into 20 languages. It has been adapted as film, made-for-television movies, and animated and live-action television series. — Excerpted from Anne of Green Gables (1908) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Anne_of_Green_Gables_(1908)

by gaelle044 4 months, 1 week ago

CHAPTER XXVII.

VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT.

Marilla, walking home one late April evening from an Aid meeting, realized that the winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest. Marilla was not given to subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings. She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry-room, but under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson-budded maples around a mirror-like wood-pool, of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod. The spring was abroad in the land and Marilla's sober, middle-aged step was lighter and swifter because of its deep, primal gladness.

Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables, peering through its network of trees and reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory. Marilla, as she picked her steps along the damp lane, thought that it was really a satisfaction to know that she was going home to a briskly snapping wood fire and a table nicely spread for tea, instead of to the cold comfort of old Aid meeting evenings before Anne had come to Green Gables.

Consequently, when Marilla entered her kitchen and found the fire black out, with no sign of Anne anywhere, she felt justly disappointed and irritated. She had told Anne to be sure and have tea ready at five o'clock, but now she must hurry to take off her second-best dress and prepare the meal herself against Matthew's return from ploughing.

"I'll settle Miss Anne when she comes home," said Marilla grimly, as she shaved up kindlings with a carving knife and more vim than was strictly necessary. Matthew had come in and was waiting patiently for his tea in his corner. "She's gadding off somewhere with Diana, writing stories or practising dialogues or some such tomfoolery, and never thinking once about the time or her duties. She's just got to be pulled up short and sudden on this sort of thing. I don't care if Mrs. Allan does say she's the brightest and sweetest child she ever knew. She may be bright and sweet enough, but her head is full of nonsense and there's never any knowing what shape it'll break out in next. Just as soon as she grows out of one freak she takes up with another. But there! Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled with Rachel Lynde for saying at the Aid to-day. I was real glad when Mrs. Allan spoke up for Anne, for if she hadn't I know I'd have said something too sharp to Rachel before everybody. Anne's got plenty of faults, goodness knows, and far be it from me to deny it. But I'm bringing her up and not Rachel Lynde, who'd pick faults in the Angel Gabriel himself if he lived in Avonlea. Just the same, Anne has no business to leave the house like this when I told her she was to stay home this afternoon and look after things. I must say, with all her faults, I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before and I'm real sorry to find her so now."

"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew, who, being patient and wise and, above all, hungry, had deemed it best to let Marilla talk her wrath out unhindered, having learned by experience that she got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not delayed by untimely argument. "Perhaps you're judging her too hasty, Marilla. Don't call her untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you. Mebbe it can all be explained—Anne's a great hand at explaining."

"She's not here when I told her to stay," retorted Marilla. " I reckon she'll find it hard to explain that to my satisfaction. Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew. But I'm bringing her up, not you."

It was dark when supper was ready, and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the log bridge or up Lovers' Lane, breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties. Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly. Then, wanting a candle to light her down cellar, she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne's table. Lighting it, she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed, face downward among the pillows.

"Mercy on us," said astonished Marilla, "have you been asleep, Anne?"

"No," was the muffled reply.

"Are you sick then?" demanded Marilla anxiously, going over to the bed.

Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself for ever from mortal eyes.

"No. But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me. I'm in the depths of despair and I don't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sunday-school choir any more. Little things like that are of no importance now because I don't suppose I'll ever be able to go anywhere again. My career is closed. Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me."

"Did any one ever hear the like?" the mystified Marilla wanted to know. "Anne Shirley, whatever is the matter with you? What have you done? Get right up this minute and tell me. This minute, I say. There now, what is it?"

Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience.

"Look at my hair, Marilla," she whispered.

Accordingly, Marilla lifted her candle and looked scrutinizingly at Anne's hair, flowing in heavy masses down her back. It certainly had a very strange appearance.

"Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair? Why, it's green!"

Green it might be called, if it were any earthly colour—a queer, dull, bronzy green, with streaks here and there of the original red to heighten the ghastly effect. Never in all her life had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne's hair at that moment.

"Yes, it's green," moaned Anne. "I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair. Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am."

"I little know how you got into this fix, but I mean to find out," said Marilla. "Come right down to the kitchen—it's too cold up here—and tell me just what you've done. I've been expecting something queer for some time. You haven't got into any scrape for over two months, and I was sure another one was due. Now, then, what did you do to your hair?"

"I dyed it."

"Dyed it! Dyed your hair! Anne Shirley, didn't you know it was a wicked thing to do?"

"Yes, I knew it was a little wicked," admitted Anne. "But I thought it was worth while to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair. I counted the cost, Marilla. Besides, I meant to be extra good in other ways to make up for it."

"Well," said Marilla sarcastically, "if I'd decided it was worth while to dye my hair I'd have dyed it a decent colour at least. I wouldn't have dyed it green."

"But I didn't mean to dye it green, Marilla," protested Anne dejectedly. "If I was wicked I meant to be wicked to some purpose. He said it would turn my hair a beautiful raven black—he positively assured me that it would. How could I doubt his word, Marilla? I know what it feels like to have your word doubted. And Mrs. Allan says we should never suspect any one of not telling us the truth unless we have proof that they're not. I have proof now—green hair is proof enough for anybody. But I hadn't then and I believed every word he said implicitly."

"Who said? Who are you talking about?"

"The pedlar that was here this afternoon. I bought the dye from him."

"Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house! I don't believe in encouraging them to come around at all."

"Oh, I didn't let him in the house. I remembered what you told me, and I went out, carefully shut the door, and looked at his things on the step. Besides, he wasn't an Italian—he was a German Jew. He had a big box full of very interesting things and he told me he was working hard to make enough money to bring his wife and children out from Germany. He spoke so feelingly about them that it touched my heart. I wanted to buy something from him to help him in such a worthy object. Then all at once I saw the bottle of hair dye. The pedlar said it was warranted to dye any hair a beautiful raven black and wouldn't wash off. In a trice I saw myself with beautiful raven black hair and the temptation was irresistible. But the price of the bottle was seventy-five cents and I had only fifty cents left out of my chicken money. I think the pedlar had a very kind heart, for he said that, seeing it was me, he'd sell it for fifty cents and that was just giving it away. So I bought it, and as soon as he had gone I came up here and applied it with an old hair-brush as the directions said. I used up the whole bottle, and oh, Marilla, when I saw the dreadful colour it turned my hair I repented of being wicked, I can tell you. And I've been repenting ever since."

"Well, I hope you'll repent to good purpose," said Marilla severely, "and that you've got your eyes opened to where your vanity has led you, Anne, Goodness knows what's to be done. I suppose the first thing is to give your hair a good washing and see if that will do any good."

Accordingly, Anne washed her hair, scrubbing it vigorously with soap and water, but for all the difference it made she might as well have been scouring its original red. The pedlar had certainly spoken the truth when he declared that the dye wouldn't wash off, however his veracity might be impeached in other respects.

"Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?" questioned Anne in tears. "I can never live this down. People have pretty well forgotten my other mistakes—the liniment cake and setting Diana drunk and flying into a temper with Mrs. Lynde. But they'll never forget this. They will think I am not respectable. Oh, Marilla, 'what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive.' That is poetry, but it is true. And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh! Marilla, I cannot 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 can'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 wouldn'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 colour, is there? I'm going to weep all the time you're cutting it off, if it won't interfere. It seems such a tragic thing."

Anne wept then, but later on, when she went up-stairs 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. I'll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly I am. And I won't try to imagine it away, either. I never thought I was vain about my hair, of all things, but now I know I was, in spite of its being red, because it was so long and thick and curly. I expect something will happen to my nose next."

Anne's clipped head made a sensation in school on the following Monday, but to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it, not even Josie Pye, who, however, did not fail to inform Anne that she looked like a perfect scarecrow.

"I didn't say anything when Josie said that to me," Anne confided that evening to Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of her headaches, " because I thought it was part of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently. It's hard to be told you look like a scarecrow and I wanted to say something back. But I didn't. I just swept her one scornful look and then I forgave her. It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it? I mean to devote all my energies to being good after this and I shall never try to be beautiful again. Of course it's better to be good. I know it is, but it's sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it. I do really want to be good, Marilla, like you and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy, and grow up to be a credit to you. Diana says when my hair begins to grow to tie a black velvet ribbon around my head with a bow at one side. She says she thinks it will be very becoming. I will call it a snood—that sounds so romantic. But am I talking too much, Marilla? Does it hurt your head?"

"My head is better now. It was terrible bad this afternoon, though. These headaches of mine are getting worse and worse. I'll have to see a doctor about them. As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it—I've got so used to it."

Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.