en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter XXVIII
Une malheureuse « petite vierge au lys ».

— Bien sûr, tu seras Elaine, Anne, dit Diana.

— Je n'aurais jamais le courage de me laisser flotter jusque là.

— Moi non plus, déclara Ruby Gillis toute frissonnante.

Cela m'est égal de me laisser emporter par le courant quand nous sommes à deux ou trois dans l'embarcation et que nous pouvons nous y asseoir.

C'est amusant alors.

Mais m'allonger et faire comme si j'étais morte... ça m'est impossible.

Je mourrais de frousse, pour de vrai.

Évidemment, ce serait romantique, concéda Jane Andrews, mais je sais que je ne pourrais rester immobile.

Je lèverais la tête à chaque minute pour voir où je suis et voir si je n'ai pas dérivé trop loin.

Et tu sais Anne, ça gâcherait l'effet.

— Mais c'est si ridicule d'avoir une Elaine rouquine, pleurnicha Anne.

Je n'ai pas peur de descendre en dérivant et j'adorerais être Elaine.

Mais c'est quand même ridicule.

Ruby devrait faire Elaine car elle est si belle et elle a une longue chevelure dorée si belle— Hélène a toute sa chevelure brillante qui flotte au vent, tu sais.

Et Elaine était la petite vierge au lys.

Allons, une rouquine ne peut pas faire la petite vierge au lys.

— Tu as le teint aussi beau que celui de Ruby, dit Diana avec le plus grand sérieux, et ta chevelure est encore plus foncée qu'avant que tu ne la coupes.

— Oh, tu le penses vraiment ? s'exclama Anne en rougissant de plaisir.

J'y ai souvent pensé moi-même... mais je n'ai jamais osé en parler à quiconque de peur qu'on me dise que je me trompais.

Crois-tu qu'on pourrait maintenant appeler ça auburn, Diana ?

— Oui, et je trouve que c'est très beau, dit Diana, en regardant avec admiration les boucles courtes et soyeuses sur la tête d'Anne, retenues par un très joli ruban de velours noir et un nœud.

EIles se tenaient sur la rive de l'étang, au-dessous de la Colline au Verger, où un petit promontoire bordé de bouleaux s'avançait depuis la berge ; à son extrémité se trouvait un petit ponton en bois construit au-dessus de l'eau pour les pêcheurs et les chasseurs de canards.

Ruby et Jane passaient l'après-midi du milieu de l'été avec Diana, et Anne avait fait un saut pour jouer avec elles.

Cet été-là, Anne et Diana avaient passé la plupart de leur temps libre à jouer sur l'étange et à ses alentours.

Idlewild appartenait au passé, au printemps, M. Bell avait impitoyablement coupé le petit cercle d'arbres dans le pré de derrière.

Anne s'était assise parmi les souches et avait pleuré, non sans en avoir noté le romantisme de la situation, mais elle fut rapidement consolée, car après tout, comme Diana et elle l'affirmaient, les grandes filles de treize ans et même presque quatorze, étaient trop vieilles pour des amusements aussi puérils que faire des cabanes, et il y avait des activités bien plus fascinantes à trouver autour de l'étang.

C'était merveilleux de pêcher la truite depuis le pont, et les deux filles apprirent ensemble à naviguer à la rame sur la petite barque à fond plat que M. Barry utilisait pour le tir au canard.

C'était Anne qui avait eu l'idée de jouer Elaine.

L'hiver dernier, ils avaient étudié le poème de Tennyson à l'école, le ministre de l'éducation l'ayant imposé au cours d'anglais pour toutes les écoles de l'Île-du-Prince-Édouard. Ils l'avaient analysé, décrypté et entièrement décortiqué jusqu'à ce qu'aucune signification ne leur échappe, mais au moins la petite vierge au lys, Lancelot, Guenièvre et le roi Arthur avaient presque pris vie devant eux, et Anne était dévorée par le regret secret de ne pas être née à Camelot.

Cette époque, dit-elle, étaient tellement plus romantique que l'époque actuelle.

Le projet d'Anne fut salué avec enthousiasme.

Les filles avaient découvert que si on repoussait la barque de l'embarcadère elle dériverait avec le courant sous le pont et s'échouerait finalement sur un autre banc de sable qui s'avançait dans une anse de l'étang.

Elles l'avaient souvent descendue ainsi et rien ne pourrait mieux convenir pour jouer Elaine.

— Eh bien, je serai Elaine, dit Anne en cédant à contrecœur, car, bien qu'elle eût été ravie de jouer le personnage principal, son sens artistique exigeait pour cela qu'elle en eût toutes les aptitudes et, elle le sentait bien, ses capacités étaient limitées.

Ruby tu feras le Roi Arthur, Jane sera Guenievre et Diana jouera Lancelot.

Mais vous devez d'abord faire les frères et le père.

Nous ne pouvons pas avoir le serviteur muet parce qu'il n'y a pas de place dans la barque quand quelqu'un est allongé.

Nous devons draper la barge sur toute sa longueur du plus noir brocart.

Le vieux châle noir de ta mère sera parfait pour ça, Diana.

Après qu'on se fut procuré le châle noir, Anne s'étendit dans la barque, puis elle s'allongea au fond, les yeux clos, et les mains jointes sur la poitrine.

— Oh, elle a l'air vraiment morte, murmura nerveusement Ruby Gillis, en regardant le petit visage encore pâle sous l'ombre vacillante des bouleaux.

Ça me fait froid dans le dos, les filles. Vous croyez vraiment qu'elle a raison de jouer comme ça ?

Mme Lynde dit que cette façon de jouer la comédie, et tout ça, c'est terriblement mal

— Ruby, tu ne devrais pas parler de Mme Lynde, dit Anne sévèrement.

Ça gâche l'effet parce que c'était des centaines d'années avant que Mme Lynde ne naisse.

Jane, tu arranges ça. C'est idiot qu'Elaine parle alors qu'elle est morte.

Jane sauta sur l'occasion.

Un habit pour faire le couvre-lit en or, il n'y en avait pas, mais une vielle housse de piano en crêpe japonais jaune ferait parfaitement l'affaire.

On ne put trouver de lys blanc pour l'occasion, mais un grand iris bleu, placé dans l'une des mains jointes d'Anne produisit tout à fait l'effet attendu.

— Voilà, elle est tout à fait prête, dit Jane.

Nous devons embrasser son front paisible et, Diana, tu dois dire « Ma sœur, adieu pour toujours ! », et toi Ruby « Adieu, ma douce sœur ! », et soyez toutes les deux aussi tristes que vous le pourrez.

Anne, pour l'amour de Dieu, souris un peu.

Tu sais... Elaine « était étendue comme si elle souriait ». C'est mieux. Bon, maintenant on pousse la barque.

On poussa donc la barque qui, dans l'opération, racla brutalement un vieux pieu immergé.

Diana, Jane et Ruby attendirent juste assez longtemps pour la voir emportée par le courant en direction du pont puis se faufilèrent à travers les bois, de l'autre côté du chemin et descendirent vers le banc de sable pour, comme Lancelot, Guenievre et le roi, se tenir prêtes à recevoir la petite vierge au lys.

Pendant quelques minutes, Anne, emportée lentement par le courant, jouit pleinement du romantisme de la scène.

Puis quelque chose de pas du tout romantique survint.

La barque commença à prendre l'eau. Après quelques instants, Elaine dut se relever, elle ramassa son drap d'or et son châle noir en brocart et regarda incrédule une large fissure dans le fond de sa barque par laquelle l'eau s'engouffrait littéralement.

Le vieux pieu près de l'embarcadère avait arraché un morceau du bouchon de nable de la barque.

Anne ignorait cela, mais il ne lui fallut pas longtemps pour réaliser qu'elle était en danger.

À ce rythme, la barque se remplirait d'eau et coulerait bien avant qu'elle ne puisse atteindre la langue de sable.

Où se trouvaient les rames ?

Restées sur l'embarcadère !

Anne poussa un petit cri étranglé que personne n'entendit ; elle était blanche comme un linge, mais elle ne perdit pas son sang-froid.

Elle avait encore une chance... une seule.

— J'étais horriblement effrayée, raconta-t-elle le lendemain à Mme Allan, et il me semblait que la barque mettait des années à dériver vers le pont tandis que l'eau ne cessait de monter.

J'ai prié, Mme Allan, très sincèrement, mais je n'ai pas fermé les yeux pour prier, car je savais que la seule façon dont Dieu pouvait me sauver était de laisser la barque flotter assez près de l'un des piliers du pont pour que je puisse grimper dessus.

Vous savez que les piles du pont ne sont que de vieux troncs d'arbres tout noueux et hérissés des bouts de bois de leurs anciennes branches.

Il était bon que je prie, mais je devais faire ma part en me montrant vigilante et j'en avais pleinement conscience.

J'ai seulement répété encore et encore : « Mon Dieu, s'il vous plaît, dirigez la barque vers une pile et je ferai le reste. »

En de telles circonstances, on ne pense guère à faire des prières fleuries.

Mais la mienne fut exaucée, car la barque tapa droit sur la pile au bout d'une minute et j'ai jeté le drap et le châle sur mon épaule et j'ai grimpé sur un bout de bois providentiel.

Et je suis restée là, Mme Allan, agrippée à cette vieille pile glissante sans pouvoir ni monter ni descendre.

C'était une position qui manquait vraiment de romantisme, mais à ce moment-là ce n'était pas ma préoccupation.

On ne pense pas vraiment au romantisme quand on vient juste d'échapper à la noyade.

Immédiatement, j'ai récité une prière de remerciement, et puis je me suis concentrée pour rester fermement accrochée car je savais que j'aurais sans doute besoin de l'aide de quelqu'un pour rejoindre la terre ferme.

La barque dériva sous le pont et sombra rapidement dans le courant.

Ruby, Jane et Diana qui attendaient déjà sur la langue de sable, la virent disparaître devant leurs yeux et ne doutèrent pas un instant qu'Anne s'était noyée.

Pendant un moment, ils restèrent immobiles, blanches comme des linges, pétrifiées de l'horreur de la tragédie ; puis, hurlant à pleins poumons, elles commencèrent à courir frénétiquement à travers bois, sans jamais s'arrêter traversant la route principale pour regarder en direction du pont.

Anne, s'accrochant désespérément à son appui précaire, vit leurs sihouettes fuyantes et entendit leurs cris.

Les secours arriveraient bientôt, mais en attendant sa position était très inconfortable.

Les minutes passèrent, chacune semblant une heure pour l'infortunée demoiselle aux lys.

Pourquoi est-ce que personne ne venait ?



Où étaient parties les filles ? Et si elles s'étaient évanouies, toutes sans exception !
Et si personne ne venait jamais !

Et si elle était tellement fatiguée et avec tant de crampes qu'elle ne puisse plus tenir !

Anne regarda les profondeurs vertes au-dessous d'elle, où ondulaient de longues ombres huileuses, et frissonna.

Son imagination commença à lui souffler toutes sortes de sinistres possibilités.

Puis, alors qu'elle pensait vraiment ne pas pouvoir endurer plus longtemps la douleur dans ses bras et ses poignets, Gilbert Blythe apparut sous le pont dans le doris d'Harmon Andrews !

Gilbert leva les yeux et, à son grand étonnement, vit un petit visage livide et dédaigneux qui le regardait avec de grands yeux gris effrayés mais aussi méprisants.

— Anne Shirley ! Comment diable t'es-tu retrouvée là ? s'écria-t-il.

Sans attendre de réponse, il s'approcha de la pile et tendit la main.

Bien obligée, Anne, s'accrochant à la main de Gilbert Blythe, se laissa choir dans le doris, où elle s'assit à l'arrière, trempée et furieuse, serrant dans ses bras châle et crêpe dégoulinants.

Il était assurément extrêmement difficile de se montrer digne dans ces circonstances !

— Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé, Anne? demanda Gilbert en prenant les rames.

— On rejouait Elaine, expliqua froidement Anne, sans même un regard pour son sauveteur, et je devais dériver jusqu'à Camelot dans la barge... enfin, je veux dire la barque.

La barque a commencé à prendre l'eau et j'ai grimpé sur la pile du pont.
Les filles sont allées chercher de l'aide.

Serais-tu assez aimable de me ramener sur la terre ferme ?

Gilbert rama obligeamment jusqu'au débarcadère et Anne, dédaignant son aide, sauta agilement sur le rivage.

— Je te suis extrêmement obligée, dit-elle avec hauteur alors qu'elle tournait les talons.

Mais Gilbert avait aussi sauté du bateau et posa une main sur son bras.

— Anne, s'empressa-t-il de dire, écoute.

Ne pourrions-nous pas être de bons amis ? Je suis terriblement désolé de m'être moqué de tes cheveux cette fois-là.

Je ne voulais pas te vexer et c'était juste pour plaisanter.

Et puis, c'était il y a si longtemps. Je trouve que tes cheveux sont vraiment beaux maintenant — je le pense sincèrement.

Soyons amis.

Pendant un instant, Anne hésita.

Elle prenait étrangement conscience, au-delà de sa dignité outragée, que l'expression nouvelle, à moitié timide, à moitié soucieuse dans les yeux noisette de Gilbert était quelque chose de très agréable à voir. Son cœur se mit à battre rapidement et d'une étrange manière.

Mais l'amertume de son ancien grief renforça rapidement sa détermination vacillante.

Cette scène vieille de deux ans refit surface dans ses souvenirs aussi vive que si elle avait eu lieu la veille.

Gilbert l'avait appelée « poil-de-carotte » et l'avait humiliée devant toute l'école.

Son ressentiment, qui, aux yeux des autres et notamment des plus âgés, risquait de paraître aussi dérisoire que ce qui l'avait causé, n’était en rien apaisé et adouci par le temps.

Elle détestait Gilbert Blythe ! Elle ne lui pardonnerait jamais !

— Non, dit-elle froidement, je ne serai jamais ton amie, Gilbert Blythe ; et je n'en ai pas envie !

— Parfait ! Gilbert sauta dans son embarcation, les joues empourprées de colère.

Je ne te demanderai plus jamais d'être mon amie, Anne Shirley. Et je m'en fous pas mal moi aussi !

Il s'éloigna en donnant de rapides coups de rames rageurs et Anne remonta le petit sentier escarpé et bordé de fougères sous les érables.

Elle tenait fièrement la tête haute, mais un étrange sentiment de regret envahissait sa conscience.

Elle aurait presque aimé avoir répondu de manière différente à Gilbert.

Bien sûr, il l'avait terriblement insultée, et pourtant...! En somme, Anne pensait que ce serait un soulagement de s’asseoir et de pleurer.

Elle était vraiment bouleversée par la peur et la difficulté de rester accrochée à son bout de bois qu'elle avait ressenties.

En remontant le sentier, elle rencontra, à mi-chemin, Jane et Diana qui dégringolaient vers l'étang dans un état proche de la frénésie.

Elles n'avaient trouvé personne à la Colline au verger, M. et Mme Barry étaient tous les deux absents.

À ce moment-là, Ruby Gillis avait été victime d'une crise d'hystérie et avait été abandonnée dans le verger pour lui permettre de recouvrer ses esprits, tandis que Jane et Diana traversaient le Bois hanté et le ruisseau pour rejoindre les Arpents verts.

Là non plus, elles n'avaient trouvé personne, Marilla était partie à Carmody et Matthew fauchait les blés dans le champ derrière la ferme.

— Oh ! Anne, haleta Diana, lui tombant pratiquement dans les bras et sanglotant de soulagement et de joie, oh ! Anne... nous pensions que ... tu t'étais... noyée... et nous nous sentions tellement coupables... parce que t'avions désignée... pour jouer... Elaine.

Et Ruby qui fait une crise de nerfs... Oh ! Anne, comment t'en es-tu sortie ?

— J'ai grimpé sur un des piliers, expliqua Anne d'un ton las, et Gilbert Blythe est arrivé dans le dory de M. Andrews et m'a ramenée à terre.

— Oh ! Anne, quel acte de bravoure ! Et c'est tellement romantique ! dit Jane, retrouvant enfin assez de souffle pour s'exprimer.

Bien sûr, après tout ceci, tu vas enfin lui adresser la parole.

— Bien sûr que non, rétorqua Anne, retrouvant son ancien état d'esprit.

Et je ne veux plus jamais entendre prononcer le mot romantique, Jane Andrews.

Je suis terriblement désolée de vous avoir tant effrayées, les filles. C'est entièrement de ma faute. Je suis sûre d'être née sous une mauvaise étoile.
Tout ce que j'entreprends tourne à la catastrophe pour moi ou mes chères amies.

Nous avons pris la barque de ton père et elle a coulé, Diana, et j'ai le pressentiment que nous ne recevrons plus jamais l'autorisation de ramer sur l'étang.

Le pressentiment d'Anne s'avéra être plus proche de la réalité que ne l'est un pressentiment en général.

La consternation fut immense chez les Barry et chez les Cuthbert lorsqu'ils apprirent les évènements survenus l'après-midi.

— Auras-tu jamais un peu de plomb dans la cervelle, Anne ? grogna Marilla.

— Oh ! oui, ça finira bien par arriver, Marilla, répondit Anne avec optimisme.

Avoir pleuré un bon coup dans la solitude apaisante du pignon oriental lui avait calmé les nerfs et rendu sa gaieté.

— Je pense que mes chances de devenir raisonnable sont plus évidentes que jamais. — Je ne vois pas pourquoi, répondit Marilla.

— Eh bien, expliqua Anne, la leçon d'aujourd'hui m'a été profitable.

J'ai fait des tas de bêtises depuis mon arrivée aux Pignons verts et chaque bêtise m'a aidée à corriger certains de mes défauts.

L'histoire de la broche en améthystes m'a guérie de l'envie de toucher à ce qui ne m'appartient pas. La mésaventure du Bois hanté m'a guérie de ma propension à laisser mon imagination galoper.

L'épisode du liniment dans le gâteau m'a guérie de ma distraction quand je cuisine.

La teinture de mes cheveux m'a guérie de tout sentiment de vanité.

Je ne pense plus à mes cheveux ou à mon nez... enfin... presque plus. Et la bêtise d'aujourd'hui va me guérir de mon caractère trop romantique.

Je suis arrivée à la conclusion que ça ne sert à rien d'essayer d'être romantique à Avonlea.

C'était probablement plus facile dans les tours de Camelot il y a des centaines d'années, mais la romance n'est plus au goût du jour.

Je suis convaincue, Marilla, que bientôt tu verras combien j'aurai progressé.

— Et moi, je suis convaincue d'espérer ce changement, répondit Marilla d'un ton incrédule.

Mais Matthieu, qui était resté assis dans son coin sans rien dire, posa une main sur l'épaule d'Anne quand Marilla fut sortie.

— Ne renonce pas totalement à ton esprit romantique, Anne, chuchota-t-il timidement, à petite dose c'est une bonne chose... pas trop, bien sûr... mais gardes-en un peu, Anne, gardes-en un peu.
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An Unfortunate Lily Maid.
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Of course you must be Elaine, Anne," said Diana.
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"I could never have the courage to float down there."
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"Nor I," said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver.
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It's fun then.
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But to lie down and pretend I was dead--I just couldn't.
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I'd die really of fright."
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And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect."
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"But it's so ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine," mourned Anne.
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"I'm not afraid to float down and I'd love to be Elaine.
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But it's ridiculous just the same.
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And Elaine was the lily maid.
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Now, a red-haired person cannot be a lily maid."
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"Oh, do you really think so?"
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exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight.
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Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?"
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Anne and Diana had spent most of their playtime that summer on and about the pond.
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It was Anne's idea that they dramatize Elaine.
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Those days, she said, were so much more romantic than the present.
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Anne's plan was hailed with enthusiasm.
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"Ruby, you must be King Arthur and Jane will be Guinevere and Diana must be Lancelot.
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But first you must be the brothers and the father.
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We must pall the barge all its length in blackest samite.
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That old black shawl of your mother's will be just the thing, Diana."
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"It makes me feel frightened, girls.
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Do you suppose it's really right to act like this?
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Mrs.Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably wicked."
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"Ruby, you shouldn't talk about Mrs.Lynde," said Anne severely.
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"It spoils the effect because this is hundreds of years before Mrs.Lynde was born.
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Jane, you arrange this.
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It's silly for Elaine to be talking when she's dead."
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Jane rose to the occasion.
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"Now, she's all ready," said Jane.
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Anne, for goodness sake smile a little.
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You know Elaine `lay as though she smiled.'
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That's better.
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Now push the flat off."
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Then something happened not at all romantic.
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The flat began to leak.
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That sharp stake at the landing had torn off the strip of batting nailed on the flat.
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Where were the oars?
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Left behind at the landing!
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There was one chance--just one.
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Under such circumstances you don't think much about making a flowery prayer.
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It was a very unromantic position, but I didn't think about that at the time.
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You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave.
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The flat drifted under the bridge and then promptly sank in midstream.
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Help would soon come, but meanwhile her position was a very uncomfortable one.
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The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid.
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Why didn't somebody come?
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Where had the girls gone?
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Suppose they had fainted, one and all!
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Suppose nobody ever came!
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Suppose she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no longer!
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Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to her.
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"Anne Shirley!
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How on earth did you get there?"
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he exclaimed.
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Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand.
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It was certainly extremely difficult to be dignified under the circumstances!
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"What has happened, Anne?"
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asked Gilbert, taking up his oars.
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The flat began to leak and I climbed out on the pile.
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The girls went for help.
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Will you be kind enough to row me to the landing?"
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"I'm very much obliged to you," she said haughtily as she turned away.
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But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm.
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"Anne," he said hurriedly, "look here.
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Can't we be good friends?
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I'm awfully sorry I made fun of your hair that time.
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I didn't mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke.
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Besides, it's so long ago.
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I think your hair is awfully pretty now--honest I do.
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Let's be friends."
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For a moment Anne hesitated.
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Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat.
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She hated Gilbert Blythe!
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She would never forgive him!
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"All right!"
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Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks.
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"I'll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley.
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And I don't care either!"
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She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret.
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She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently.
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Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still--!
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Altogether, Anne rather thought it would be a relief to sit down and have a good cry.
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They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr. and Mrs. Barry being away.
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And Ruby is in hysterics--oh, Anne, how did you escape?"
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"Oh, Anne, how splendid of him!
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Why, it's so romantic!"
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said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last.
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"Of course you'll speak to him after this."
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"Of course I won't," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit.
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"And I don't want ever to hear the word `romantic' again, Jane Andrews.
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I'm awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls.
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It is all my fault.
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I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star.
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Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape.
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Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do.
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"Will you ever have any sense, Anne?"
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groaned Marilla.
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"Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla," returned Anne optimistically.
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"Well," explained Anne, "I've learned a new and valuable lesson today.
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The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination run away with me.
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The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking.
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Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity.
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I never think about my hair and nose now--at least, very seldom.
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And today's mistake is going to cure me of being too romantic.
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I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea.
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"I'm sure I hope so," said Marilla skeptically.
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Voici la liste des lieux (et leurs traductions) fréquemment utilisés dans cet ouvrage.
The Idlewild = le Havre Sauvage
The White Sands = les Dunes Blanches
The Birch Path = le Sentier/Chemin des Bouleaux
The Haunted Wood = le Bois hanté
Orchard Slope = la Colline au Verger

by Gabrielle 3 months, 2 weeks ago

An Unfortunate Lily Maid.

Of course you must be Elaine, Anne," said Diana.

"I could never have the courage to float down there."

"Nor I," said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver.

"I don't mind floating down when there's two or three of us in the flat and we can sit up.

It's fun then.

But to lie down and pretend I was dead--I just couldn't.

I'd die really of fright."

"Of course it would be romantic," conceded Jane Andrews, "but I know I couldn't keep still.

I'd be popping up every minute or so to see where I was and if I wasn't drifting too far out.

And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect."

"But it's so ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine," mourned Anne.

"I'm not afraid to float down and I'd love to be Elaine.

But it's ridiculous just the same.

Ruby ought to be Elaine because she is so fair and has such lovely long golden hair-- Elaine had `all her bright hair streaming down,' you know.

And Elaine was the lily maid.

Now, a red-haired person cannot be a lily maid."

"Your complexion is just as fair as Ruby's," said Diana earnestly, "and your hair is ever so much darker than it used to be before you cut it."

"Oh, do you really think so?" exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight.

"I've sometimes thought it was myself--but I never dared to ask anyone for fear she would tell me it wasn't.

Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?"

"Yes, and I think it is real pretty," said Diana, looking admiringly at the short, silky curls that clustered over Anne's head and were held in place by a very jaunty black velvet ribbon and bow.

They were standing on the bank of the pond, below Orchard Slope, where a little headland fringed with birches ran out from the bank; at its tip was a small wooden platform built out into the water for the convenience of fishermen and duck hunters.

Ruby and Jane were spending the midsummer afternoon with Diana, and Anne had come over to play with them.

Anne and Diana had spent most of their playtime that summer on and about the pond.

Idlewild was a thing of the past, Mr.Bell having ruthlessly cut down the little circle of trees in his back pasture in the spring.

Anne had sat among the stumps and wept, not without an eye to the romance of it; but she was speedily consoled, for, after all, as she and Diana said, big girls of thirteen, going on fourteen, were too old for such childish amusements as playhouses, and there were more fascinating sports to be found about the pond.

It was splendid to fish for trout over the bridge and the two girls learned to row themselves about in the little flat-bottomed dory Mr.Barry kept for duck shooting.

It was Anne's idea that they dramatize Elaine.

They had studied Tennyson's poem in school the preceding winter, the Superintendent of Education having prescribed it in the English course for the Prince Edward Island schools. They had analyzed and parsed it and torn it to pieces in general until it was a wonder there was any meaning at all left in it for them, but at least the fair lily maid and Lancelot and Guinevere and King Arthur had become very real people to them, and Anne was devoured by secret regret that she had not been born in Camelot.

Those days, she said, were so much more romantic than the present.

Anne's plan was hailed with enthusiasm.

The girls had discovered that if the flat were pushed off from the landing place it would drift down with the current under the bridge and finally strand itself on another headland lower down which ran out at a curve in the pond.

They had often gone down like this and nothing could be more convenient for playing Elaine.

"Well, I'll be Elaine," said Anne, yielding reluctantly, for, although she would have been delighted to play the principal character, yet her artistic sense demanded fitness for it and this, she felt, her limitations made impossible.

"Ruby, you must be King Arthur and Jane will be Guinevere and Diana must be Lancelot.

But first you must be the brothers and the father.

We can't have the old dumb servitor because there isn't room for two in the flat when one is lying down.

We must pall the barge all its length in blackest samite.

That old black shawl of your mother's will be just the thing, Diana."

The black shawl having been procured, Anne spread it over the flat and then lay down on the bottom, with closed eyes and hands folded over her breast.

"Oh, she does look really dead," whispered Ruby Gillis nervously, watching the still, white little face under the flickering shadows of the birches.

"It makes me feel frightened, girls. Do you suppose it's really right to act like this?

Mrs.Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably wicked."

"Ruby, you shouldn't talk about Mrs.Lynde," said Anne severely.

"It spoils the effect because this is hundreds of years before Mrs.Lynde was born.

Jane, you arrange this. It's silly for Elaine to be talking when she's dead."

Jane rose to the occasion.

Cloth of gold for coverlet there was none, but an old piano scarf of yellow Japanese crepe was an excellent substitute.

A white lily was not obtainable just then, but the effect of a tall blue iris placed in one of Anne's folded hands was all that could be desired.

"Now, she's all ready," said Jane.

"We must kiss her quiet brows and, Diana, you say, `Sister, farewell forever,' and Ruby, you say, `Farewell, sweet sister,' both of you as sorrowfully as you possibly can.

Anne, for goodness sake smile a little.

You know Elaine `lay as though she smiled.' That's better. Now push the flat off."

The flat was accordingly pushed off, scraping roughly over an old embedded stake in the process.

Diana and Jane and Ruby only waited long enough to see it caught in the current and headed for the bridge before scampering up through the woods, across the road, and down to the lower headland where, as Lancelot and Guinevere and the King, they were to be in readiness to receive the lily maid.

For a few minutes Anne, drifting slowly down, enjoyed the romance of her situation to the full.

Then something happened not at all romantic.

The flat began to leak. In a very few moments it was necessary for Elaine to scramble to her feet, pick up her cloth of gold coverlet and pall of blackest samite and gaze blankly at a big crack in the bottom of her barge through which the water was literally pouring.

That sharp stake at the landing had torn off the strip of batting nailed on the flat.

Anne did not know this, but it did not take her long to realize that she was in a dangerous plight.

At this rate the flat would fill and sink long before it could drift to the lower headland.

Where were the oars?

Left behind at the landing!

Anne gave one gasping little scream which nobody ever heard; she was white to the lips, but she did not lose her self-possession.

There was one chance--just one.

"I was horribly frightened," she told Mrs.Allan the next day, "and it seemed like years while the flat was drifting down to the bridge and the water rising in it every moment.

I prayed, Mrs.Allan, most earnestly, but I didn't shut my eyes to pray, for I knew the only way God could save me was to let the flat float close enough to one of the bridge piles for me to climb up on it.

You know the piles are just old tree trunks and there are lots of knots and old branch stubs on them.

It was proper to pray, but I had to do my part by watching out and right well I knew it.

I just said, `Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I'll do the rest,' over and over again.

Under such circumstances you don't think much about making a flowery prayer.

But mine was answered, for the flat bumped right into a pile for a minute and I flung the scarf and the shawl over my shoulder and scrambled up on a big providential stub.

And there I was, Mrs. Allan, clinging to that slippery old pile with no way of getting up or down.

It was a very unromantic position, but I didn't think about that at the time.

You don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave.

I said a grateful prayer at once and then I gave all my attention to holding on tight, for I knew I should probably have to depend on human aid to get back to dry land."

The flat drifted under the bridge and then promptly sank in midstream.

Ruby, Jane, and Diana, already awaiting it on the lower headland, saw it disappear before their very eyes and had not a doubt but that Anne had gone down with it.

For a moment they stood still, white as sheets, frozen with horror at the tragedy; then, shrieking at the tops of their voices, they started on a frantic run up through the woods, never pausing as they crossed the main road to glance the way of the bridge.

Anne, clinging desperately to her precarious foothold, saw their flying forms and heard their shrieks.

Help would soon come, but meanwhile her position was a very uncomfortable one.

The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid.

Why didn't somebody come?

Where had the girls gone? Suppose they had fainted, one and all!
Suppose nobody ever came!

Suppose she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no longer!

Anne looked at the wicked green depths below her, wavering with long, oily shadows, and shivered.

Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to her.

Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists another moment, Gilbert Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrews's dory!

Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes.

"Anne Shirley! How on earth did you get there?" he exclaimed.

Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand.

There was no help for it; Anne, clinging to Gilbert Blythe's hand, scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet crepe.

It was certainly extremely difficult to be dignified under the circumstances!

"What has happened, Anne?" asked Gilbert, taking up his oars.

"We were playing Elaine" explained Anne frigidly, without even looking at her rescuer, "and I had to drift down to Camelot in the barge--I mean the flat.

The flat began to leak and I climbed out on the pile.
The girls went for help.

Will you be kind enough to row me to the landing?"

Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly on shore.

"I'm very much obliged to you," she said haughtily as she turned away.

But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm.

"Anne," he said hurriedly, "look here.

Can't we be good friends? I'm awfully sorry I made fun of your hair that time.

I didn't mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke.

Besides, it's so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now--honest I do.

Let's be friends."

For a moment Anne hesitated.

She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expression in Gilbert's hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat.

But the bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination.

That scene of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday.

Gilbert had called her "carrots" and had brought about her disgrace before the whole school.

Her resentment, which to other and older people might be as laughable as its cause, was in no whit allayed and softened by time seemingly.

She hated Gilbert Blythe! She would never forgive him!

"No," she said coldly, "I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don't want to be!"

"All right!" Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks.

"I'll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. And I don't care either!"

He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little path under the maples.

She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret.

She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently.

Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still--! Altogether, Anne rather thought it would be a relief to sit down and have a good cry.

She was really quite unstrung, for the reaction from her fright and cramped clinging was making itself felt.

Halfway up the path she met Jane and Diana rushing back to the pond in a state narrowly removed from positive frenzy.

They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr. and Mrs. Barry being away.

Here Ruby Gillis had succumbed to hysterics, and was left to recover from them as best she might, while Jane and Diana flew through the Haunted Wood and across the brook to Green Gables.

There they had found nobody either, for Marilla had gone to Carmody and Matthew was making hay in the back field.

"Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, fairly falling on the former's neck and weeping with relief and delight, "oh, Anne--we thought--you were--drowned--and we felt like murderers--because we had made--you be--Elaine.

And Ruby is in hysterics--oh, Anne, how did you escape?"

"I climbed up on one of the piles," explained Anne wearily, "and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews's dory and brought me to land."

"Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it's so romantic!" said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last.

"Of course you'll speak to him after this."

"Of course I won't," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit.

"And I don't want ever to hear the word `romantic' again, Jane Andrews.

I'm awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star.
Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape.

We've gone and lost your father's flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we'll not be allowed to row on the pond any more."

Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do.

Great was the consternation in the Barry and Cuthbert households when the events of the afternoon became known.

"Will you ever have any sense, Anne?" groaned Marilla.

"Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla," returned Anne optimistically.

A good cry, indulged in the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted cheerfulness.

"I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever"

"I don't see how," said Marilla.

"Well," explained Anne, "I've learned a new and valuable lesson today.

Ever since I came to Green Gables I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming.

The affair of the amethyst brooch cured me of meddling with things that didn't belong to me. The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination run away with me.

The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking.

Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity.

I never think about my hair and nose now--at least, very seldom. And today's mistake is going to cure me of being too romantic.

I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea.

It was probably easy enough in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now.

I feel quite sure that you will soon see a great improvement in me in this respect, Marilla."

"I'm sure I hope so," said Marilla skeptically.

But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder when Marilla had gone out.

"Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing--not too much, of course--but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."