en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter X Medium
CHAPITRE X. ANNE PRÉSENTE SES EXCUSES.


Marilla ne dit rien à Matthew sur l'évènement ce soir là ; mais lorsqu'Anne se montra encore réfractaire le matin suivant, une explication s'avéra nécessaire pour rendre compte de son absence à la table du petit déjeuner. Marilla raconta toute l'histoire à Matthew, en prenant soin de bien lui faire comprendre le sens réel de l'énormité du comportement d'Anne.

— C'est une bonne chose que Rachel Lynde ait reçu un rappel à l'ordre ; c'est une vieille commère importune, fut la conclusion de Matthew.

— Matthew Cuthbert, tu me surprends. Tu sais que le comportement d'Anne a été inadmissible, et pourtant tu prends son parti ! Je suppose que tu es en train de dire quil ne faut pas du tout la punir.

— Eh bien ... non ... pas exactement, dit Matthew mal à l'aise. Je reconnais qu'elle doit être un peu punie. Mais ne sois pas trop dure avec elle, Marilla. Rappelle toi qu'elle n'a jamais eu personne pour lui apprendre la correction. Tu vas ... tu vas lui apporter quelque chose à manger, n'est-ce pas ?

— Depuis quand as-tu entendu dire que je laissais quelqu'un mourir de faim pour qu'il se conduise bien ? demanda Marilla avec indignation. Elle va avoir son repas normalement, et je vais le lui apporter moi-même. Mais elle devra rester là haut jusqu'à ce qu'elle veuille s'excuser auprès de Mme Lynde, un point c'est tout, Matthew.

Le petit déjeuner, le dîner, et le souper furent des repas très silencieux ... car Anne était très têtue. Après chaque repas, Marilla porta un plateau bien garni au pignon est, et le ramena plus tard, sensiblement peu consommé. Matthew observa son dernier retour, le regard troublé. Anne avait-elle consommé quelque chose ?

Quand Marilla sortit ce soir-là pour ramener les vaches du pâturage arrière, Matthew, qui baguenaudait dans les granges et observait, se glissa dans la maison comme un voleur et grimpa les escaliers. En général, Matthew gravitait entre la cuisine et la petite chambre du couloir où il dormait ; de temps en temps, mal à l'aise, il s'aventurait dans le salon ou la salle de séjour quand le pasteur venait prendre le thé. Toutefois, il n'avait jamais grimpé à l'étage de sa propre maison depuis le printemps où il avait aidé Marilla à tapisser la chambre d'amis, c'était il y a quatre ans.

Il marcha sur la pointe des pieds le long du couloir et resta quelques minutes devant la porte du pignon est, avant d'avoir le courage de frapper de ses doigts et ensuite d'ouvrir la porte pour y jeter un regard furtif.

Anne était assise sur la chaise jaune près de la fenêtre et regardait le jardin avec tristesse. Elle avait l'air si petite et si malheureuse, et le cœur de Matthew se serra. Il referma la porte tout doucement et s'avança vers elle sur la pointe des pieds.

— Anne, chuchota-t-il, comme s'il avait peur d'être entendu, comment ça va, Anne ?

Anne sourit tristement.

— Pas trop mal. Mon imagination est inépuisable, cela m'aide à faire passer le temps. Bien sûr, je suis un peu seule. Mais bon, je ferais mieux de m'y habituer. "

Anne sourit de nouveau, envisageant bravement les longues années d'emprisonnement à l'isolement qui l'attendaient.

Matthew se rappela qu'il devait délivrer ce qu'il était venu dire sans perdre de temps, il avait peur que Marilla ne revienne à tout moment.

— Eh bien, à présent, Anne, ne crois-tu pas que tu ferais mieux de faire ce que tu as à faire et d'en finir ? chuchota-t-il. Il faudra le faire tôt ou tard, tu sais, car Marilla est une femme redoutablement déterminée... redoutablement déterminée, Anne. Fais-le tout de suite, te dis-je, et ce sera terminé.

— Vous voulez dire m'excuser auprès de Mme Lynde ? ?

— Oui... des excuses... c'est le mot juste, dit vivement Matthew. — Juste pour arrondir les angles, si on peut dire. C'est cela que j'ai essayé de te faire comprendre.

— Je pense que je pourrais le faire pour vous obliger, dit Anne pensive. Ce serait plutôt exact de dire que je suis désolée, parce que, maintenant, je suis désolée. La nuit dernière, je n'étais absolument pas désolée. J'étais très en colère et je le suis restée toute la nuit. Je le sais car je me suis réveillée trois fois et à chaque fois j'étais toujours autant en colère. Mais ce matin, c'était terminé. Je n'étais plus en colère du tout... mais je ressentais une sorte de vide. J'avais tellement honte de moi. Mais je ne pouvais tout simplement pas imaginer d'aller voir Mme Lynde et de le lui dire. Ce serait si humiliant. J'étais décidée à rester enfermée ici pour toujours plutôt que de le faire. Et pourtant — je ferais n'importe quoi pour vous — si vous voulez vraiment de ... — Et bien, maintenant, bien sûr que oui. C'est terriblement triste en bas sans toi. Vas-y et arrange ça — tu es une gentille fille.

— Très bien, dit Anne d'un ton résigné. Dès qu'elle arrivera, je dirai à Marilla que je me suis repentie.

— C'est bien, c'est bien, Anne. Mais ne dis pas à Marilla que je t'ai parlé de cela. Elle pourrait penser que j'ai voulu me mêler de cette histoire et j'ai promis de ne pas le faire.

— Même si on m'arrachait les ongles, je ne révèlerais pas ce secret, promit solennellement Anne. — Qui t'arracherait les ongles pour te faire avouer un secret de toute façon ?

Mais Matthew était parti, effrayé par son propre succès. Il s'empressa de fuir dans le coin le plus reculé du pâturage, de peur que Marilla ne soupçonne ce qu'il avait fait. À son retour à la maison, Marilla elle-même, fut agréablement surprise d'entendre une voix plaintive appeler « Marilla » par-dessus la rampe d'escalier.

— Eh bien ? dit-elle, s'avançant dans le couloir.

— Je suis désolée de m'être mise en colère et d'avoir dit des choses impolies, et je suis prête à aller le dire à Mme Lynde.

— Très bien. L'attitude crispée de Marilla ne laissa rien transparaitre de son soulagement. Elle s'était interrogée sur ce qu'elle allait par tous les saints pouvoir faire si Anne ne cédait pas. Je t'y conduirai après la traite.

En conséquence, après la traite, on vit Marilla et Anne descendre le chemin, la première, droite et triomphante, et la seconde, courbée et abattue. Mais à mi-chemin, l'abattement d'Anne disparut comme par enchantement. Elle dressa la tête, suivit d'un pas léger et, les yeux fixés sur le soleil couchant dans le ciel, elle afficha une expression d'exaltation contenue. Marilla observa le changement avec désapprobation. Ceci ne ressemblait pas à la pénitente docile qu'elle aurait souhaité présenter à l'offensée Mme Lynde.

— À quoi penses-tu, Anne ? demanda-t-elle sévèrement.

— Je suis en train d'imaginer ce que je dois dire à Mme Lynde, répondit Anne d'un ton rêveur.

C'était satisfaisant — ou aurait dû l'être. Mais Marilla ne pouvait pas se débarrasser de l'impression que quelque chose dans son projet de punition allait de travers. Anne n'avait aucune raison d'avoir l'air si radieuse et rayonnante.

Anne, ravie et rayonnante continua jusqu'à ce qu'elles soient vraiment en présence de Mme Lynde, qui tricotait assise à la fenêtre de sa cuisine. Le rayonnement s'évanouit alors. Une pénitence pleine de tristesse se lisait sur chacun de ses traits. Avant qu'un mot ne soit prononcé, Anne tomba soudainement à genoux devant une Mme Rachel sidérée et lui tendit des mains implorantes.

— Oh, Mme Lynde, je suis tellement désolée, dit-elle avec des trémolos dans la voix. Je ne pourrais jamais exprimer toute ma peine, non, pas même si j'utilisais tout un dictionnaire. On peut juste le penser. Je me suis horriblement comportée envers vous — et j'ai couvert de honte ces chers amis, Matthew et Marilla, qui m'ont permit de rester aux Pignons Verts, bien que je ne sois pas un garçon. Je suis une fille terriblement méchante et ingrate, et je mérite d'être punie et bannie par des gens respectables pour toujours. C'était très vilain de ma part de me mettre en colère parce que vous m'aviez dit la vérité. C'était la vérité chaque mot que vous avez prononcé était vrai Mes cheveux sont roux, je suis couverte de taches de rousseur, maigrichonne et laide. Ce que je vous ai dit était vrai aussi, mais je n'aurais pas dû le dire. Oh, Mme Lynde, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, pardonnez-moi. Si vous refusez, ce sera un tourment pour moi toute ma vie. Vous n'aimeriez pas infliger un chagrin à vie à une pauvre petite orpheline, n'est-ce pas, même si elle avait un abominable caractère ? Oh, je suis sûre que vous ne pouvez pas. S'il vous plaît dites que vous me pardonnez, Mme Lynde. .

Anne joignit les mains, baissa la tête et attendit le jugement.

On ne pouvait douter de sa sincérité — elle exhalait dans chacune de ses intonations. Autant Marilla que Mme Lynde approuvèrent son incontestable sincérité. Mais la première comprit, avec consternation, qu'Anne en fait, jouissant de sa situation humiliante — se délectait du sérieux de son avilissement. Où était passée la punition salutaire que Marilla avait elle-même concoctée ? Anne l'avait transformée en une espèce de jubilation.

La bonne Mme Lynde, dépourvue d'intuition, ne vit rien de ceci. Elle comprit seulement qu'Anne avait présenté de très profondes excuses et tout ressentiment disparut de son coeur généreux bien qu'un peu présomptueux.

— Allons, allons, lève-toi, mon enfant, dit-elle chaleureusement. — Bien sûr que je te pardonne. Je reconnais que j'étais un peu trop dure avec toi, de toute façon. Toutefois, je suis une personne qui ne mâche pas ses mots. Ne m'en tiens pas rigueur, voilà tout. On ne peut nier que tes cheveux soient terriblement rouquins ; mais j'ai connu une fois une fille ... en fait, j'étais en classe avec elle ... dont les cheveux étaient si c'est possible aussi roux que les vôtres quand elle était jeune, mais ils on foncé quand elle a grandi en un auburn très élégant. Je ne serais pas du tout étonnée que vous fasses pareil ... pas du tout.

— Oh, Mme Lynde ! Anne prit une profonde inspiration en se relevant. Vous me donnez de l'espoir. Je vous considérerai toujours comme une bienfaitrice. Oh, je pourrais supporter n'importe quoi si seulement je pensais que ma chevelure deviendrait d'un bel auburn en grandissant. Ce serait tellement plus facile d'être gentille si on avait les cheveux d'un joli brun, ne croyez-vous pas ? Et maintenant puis-je aller dans votre jardin et m'assoir sur ce banc sous les pommiers pendant que vous parlez avec Marilla ? Il y a tellement plus de place à l'imagination dehors.

— Permission, oui, vas-y, ma petite. Et tu peux cueillir un bouquet de ces lis blancs de juin à l'arrière si tu veux.

Tandis que la porte se refermait sur Anne, Mme Lynde se leva vivement pour allumer une lampe.

— C'est une petite gamine très bizarre. Prends cette chaise, Marilla ; elle est moins dure que celle que tu as ; je garde juste celle-là pour servir de siège au saisonnier. Oui, c'est certainement une enfant bizarre mais on peut en tirer quelque chose de bon après tout. Je ne suis pas si étonnée finalement que Matthew et toi la gardiez, pas plus que je ne suis désolée pour vous. Il est possible qu'elle devienne quelqu'un de bien. Bien sûr, elle a une étrange façon de s'exprimer... un peu trop... voyons, tu sais, dans un style un peu trop forcé ; mais elle perdra probablement cette habitude maintenant qu'elle vit parmi des gens civilisés. Aussi, elle a le tempérament plutôt vif, je suppose ; mais une chose est réconfortante : un enfant avec un tempérament vif s'enflamme juste et se calme, et n'est jamais susceptible d'être sournois ou menteur. Préservez-moi d'un enfant sournois, ça oui. Je l'aime plutôt bien dans l'ensemble, Marilla.

Lorsque Marilla rentra à la maison, Anne sortit de la pénombre odorante du verger avec une gerbe de narcisses blancs entre les mains.

— Je me suis vraiment bien excusée, n'est-ce pas ? dit-elle fièrement tandis qu'elles suivaient le chemin. J'ai pensé que tant qu'à le faire, mieux valait que je le fasse parfaitement.

— Tu l'as parfaitement fait, je l'admets, fut le commentaire de Marilla. Marilla était consternée de se sentir inclinée à rire à cette évocation. Elle se sentait aussi mal à l'aise d'avoir dû autant sermonner Anne pour des excuses ; mais enfin, c'était ridicule ! Elle transigea avec sa conscience en disant avec sévérité : — J'espère que tu n'auras pas l'occasion de refaire souvent de telles excuses. J'espère que tu essaieras maintenant de contrôler ta colère, Anne.

— Ça ne serait pas si dur si on ne me raillait pas pour mon physique, dit Anne en soupirant. Je ne me fâche pas pour le reste ; mais j'en ai tellement assez d'être raillée pour mes cheveux que ça me fait partir au quart de tour. Crois-tu vraiment que mes cheveux seront vraiment d'un joli brun quand j'aurai grandi ?

— Tu ne devrais pas autant te préoccuper de ton apparence, Anne. J'ai peur que tu sois une petite fille vaniteuse, — Comment pourrais-je être vaniteuse quand je sais que j'ai un physique ingrat . protesta Anne. J'aime les jolies choses ; et je déteste regarder dans la glace et voir quelque chose qui n'est pas joli. Je me sens tellement triste — et j'ai la même impression quand je regarde une chose laide. Je la plains de ne pas être belle.

— N'est beau que celui qui fait de belles choses, déclara Marilla.

— On m'a déjà dit cela, mais j'ai des doutes à ce sujet, fit remarquer Anne, sceptique, en humant ses narcisses. Oh, que ces fleurs sentent bon ! C'était gentil de la part de Mme Lynde de me les donner. À présent, je n'ai plus de rancune envers Mme Lynde. Cela vous donne un sentiment agréable et rassurant de vous excuser et d'être pardonné, n'est-ce pas ? Les étoiles ne brillent-elles pas plus que d'habitude ce soir ? Si vous pouviez vivre sur une étoile, laquelle choisiriez-vous ? J'aimerais cette grosse là bas qui brille au dessus de cette colline noire.

— Anne, tiens ta langue, dit Marilla, complétement épuisée d'essayer de suivre les élucubrations d'Anne.

Anne ne dit plus rien jusqu'à ce qu'elles aient rejoint leur propre allée. Un petit vent mutin vint à leur rencontre, chargé du parfum épicé de la jeune fougère imprégnée de rosée. Au loin, dans l'ombre, la lumière joyeuse de la cuisine de Green Gables brillait à travers les arbres. Anne se rapprocha soudain de Marilla et glissa sa main dans la paume rêche de la vieille femme.

— C'est bon de rentrer à la maison et savoir que c'est chez soi, dit-elle. J'aime déjà le Pignons verts, et je n'ai jamais aimé aucun endroit avant. Nulle part je ne me suis sentie chez moi. Oh, Marilla, je suis si heureuse. Je vais pouvoir prier maintenant et ne pas trouver ça difficile.

Quelque chose de chaud et d'agréable s'insinua dans le cœur de Marilla au contact de cette petite main au creux de la sienne ... une palpitation de la maternité qui lui avait manqué, peut-être. Cette douceur très inhabituelle la perturba. Elle se hâta de ramener ses sensations à leur calme habituel en inculquant une morale.

— Si tu es gentille, tu seras toujours heureuse, Anne. Et tu ne trouveras jamais que c'est difficile de dire ta prière.

— Dire la prière de quelqu'un d'autre nest pas exactement la même chose que de prier, dit Anne l'air pensif. Mais je vais m'imaginer être le vent qui souffle dans la cime de ces arbres. Quand je serai fatiguée des arbres, je m'imagine descendre en flottant dans les fougères ... et puis, je volerai au loin vers le jardin de Mme Lynde pour faire danser les fleurs ... et puis, je descendrai en un grand plongeon sur les champs de trèfle ... et puis je soufflerai sur le lac des Eaux Brillantes et je le ferai onduler tout entier en vaguelettes étincelantes. Oh, il y a tant de place à l'imagination avec le vent. Bon, maintenant je ne parlerai plus, Marilla.

— Merci d'avoir cette gentillesse soupira Marilla avec soulagement.
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CHAPTER X. ANNE'S APOLOGY.
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"Matthew Cuthbert, I'm astonished at you.
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You know that Anne's behaviour was dreadful, and yet you take her part!
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I suppose you'll be saying next thing that she oughtn't to be punished at all."
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"Well now—no—not exactly," said Matthew uneasily.
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"I reckon she ought to be punished a little.
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But don't be too hard on her, Marilla.
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Recollect she hasn't ever had any one to teach her right.
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You're—you're going to give her something to eat, aren't you?"
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"When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behaviour?"
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demanded Marilla indignantly.
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"She'll have her meals regular, and I'll carry them up to her myself.
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Matthew eyed its last descent with a troubled eye.
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Had Anne eaten anything at all?
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Very small and unhappy she looked, and Matthew's heart smote him.
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He softly closed the door and tiptoed over to her.
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"Anne," he whispered, as if afraid of being overheard, "how are you making it, Anne?"
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Anne smiled wanly.
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"Pretty well.
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I imagine a good deal, and that helps to pass the time.
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Of course, it's rather lonesome.
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But then, I may as well get used to that."
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Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her.
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"Well now, Anne, don't you think you'd better do it and have it over with?"
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he whispered.
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Do it right off, I say, and have it over."
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"Do you mean apologize to Mrs.
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Lynde?"
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"Yes—apologize—that's the very word," said Matthew eagerly.
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"Just smooth it over so to speak.
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That's what I was trying to get at."
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"I suppose I could do it to oblige you," said Anne thoughtfully.
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"It would be true enough to say I am sorry, because I am sorry now.
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I wasn't a bit sorry last night.
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I was mad clear through, and I stayed mad all night.
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I know I did because I woke up three times and I was just furious every time.
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But this morning it was all over.
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I wasn't in a temper any more—and it left a dreadful sort of goneness, too.
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I felt so ashamed of myself.
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But I just couldn't think of going and telling Mrs. Lynde so.
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It would be so humiliating.
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I made up my mind I'd stay shut up here for ever rather than do that.
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It's terrible lonesome down-stairs without you.
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Just go and smooth it over—that's a good girl."
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"Very well," said Anne resignedly.
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"I'll tell Marilla as soon as she comes in that I've repented."
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"That's right—that's right, Anne.
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But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it.
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She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that."
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"Wild horses won't drag the secret from me," promised Anne solemnly.
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"How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow?"
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But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success.
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"Well?"
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she said, going into the hall.
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"Very well."
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Manila's crispness gave no sign of her relief.
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She had been wondering what under the canopy she should do if Anne did not give in.
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"I'll take you down after milking."
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But half-way down Anne's dejection vanished as if by enchantment.
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Marilla beheld the change disapprovingly.
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"What are you thinking of, Anne?"
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she asked sharply.
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"I'm imagining out what I must say to Mrs. Lynde," answered Anne dreamily.
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This was satisfactory—or should have been so.
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Anne had no business to look so rapt and radiant.
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Then the radiance vanished.
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Mournful penitence appeared on every feature.
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"Oh, Mrs. Lynde, I am so extremely sorry," she said with a quiver in her voice.
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"I could never express all my sorrow, no, not if I used up a whole dictionary.
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You must just imagine it.
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It was very wicked of me to fly into a temper because you told me the truth.
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It was the truth; every word you said was true.
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My hair is red and I'm freckled and skinny and ugly.
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What I said to you was true, too, but I shouldn't have said it.
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Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please, please, forgive me.
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If you refuse it will be a lifelong sorrow to me.
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Oh, I am sure you wouldn't.
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Please say you forgive me, Mrs.
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Lynde."
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Anne clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and waited for the word of judgment.
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There was no mistaking her sincerity—it breathed in every tone of her voice.
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Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring.
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Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself?
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Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.
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Good Mrs. Lynde, not being overburdened with perception, did not see this.
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"There, there, get up, child," she said heartily.
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"Of course I forgive you.
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I guess I was a little too hard on you, anyway.
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But I'm such an outspoken person.
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You just mustn't mind me, that's what.
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I wouldn't be a mite surprised if yours did, too—not a mite."
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"Oh, Mrs.
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Lynde!"
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Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet.
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"You have given me a hope.
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I shall always feel that you are a benefactor.
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There is so much more scope for imagination out there."
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"Laws, yes, run along, child.
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And you can pick a bouquet of them white June lilies over in the corner if you like."
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As the door closed behind Anne Mrs. Lynde got briskly up to light a lamp.
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"She's a real odd little thing.
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She may turn out all right.
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Preserve me from a sly child, that's what.
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On the whole, Marilla, I kind of like her."
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"I apologized pretty well, didn't I?"
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she said proudly as they went down the lane.
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"I thought since I had to do it I might as well do it thoroughly."
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"You did it thoroughly, all right enough," was Marilla's comment.
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Marilla was dismayed at finding herself inclined to laugh over the recollection.
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I hope you'll try to control your temper now, Anne."
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Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?"
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"You shouldn't think so much about your looks, Anne.
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protested Anne.
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It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing.
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I pity it because it isn't beautiful."
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"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted Marilla.
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"Oh, aren't these flowers sweet!
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It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give them to me.
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I have no hard feelings against Mrs. Lynde now.
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It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it?
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Aren't the stars bright to-night?
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If you could live in a star, which one would you pick?
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I'd like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill."
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Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane.
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"It's lovely to be going home and know it's home," she said.
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"I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before.
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No place ever seemed like home.
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Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.
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I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard."
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Its very unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her.
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She hastened to restore her sensations to their normal calm by inculcating a moral.
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"If you'll be a good girl you'll always be happy, Anne.
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And you should never find it hard to say your prayers."
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"Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying," said Anne meditatively.
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Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind!
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So I'll not talk any more just now, Marilla."
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"Thanks be to goodness for that," breathed Marilla in devout relief.
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gaelle044 • 5140  commented  10 months ago
gaelle044 • 5140  commented  10 months ago
gaelle044 • 5140  commented  10 months ago

Update to 1. Marilla and Rachel say "tu" to each other.

by gaelle044 10 months ago

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 she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates.
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We ought to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.

by gaelle044 10 months 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 10 months ago

CHAPTER X.

ANNE'S APOLOGY.

Marilla said nothing to Matthew about the affair that evening; but when Anne proved still refractory the next morning an explanation had to be made to account for her absence from the breakfast-table. Marilla told Matthew the whole story, taking pains to impress him with a due sense of the enormity of Anne's behaviour.

"It's a good thing Rachel Lynde got a calling down; she's a meddlesome old gossip," was Matthew's consolatory rejoinder.

"Matthew Cuthbert, I'm astonished at you. You know that Anne's behaviour was dreadful, and yet you take her part! I suppose you'll be saying next thing that she oughtn't to be punished at all."

"Well now—no—not exactly," said Matthew uneasily. "I reckon she ought to be punished a little. But don't be too hard on her, Marilla. Recollect she hasn't ever had any one to teach her right. You're—you're going to give her something to eat, aren't you?"

"When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behaviour?" demanded Marilla indignantly. "She'll have her meals regular, and I'll carry them up to her myself. But she'll stay up there until she's willing to apologize to Mrs. Lynde, and that's final, Matthew."

Breakfast, dinner, and supper were very silent meals—for Anne still remained obdurate. After each meal Marilla carried a well-filled tray to the east gable and brought it down later on not noticeably depleted. Matthew eyed its last descent with a troubled eye. Had Anne eaten anything at all?

When Marilla went out that evening to bring the cows from the back pasture, Matthew, who had been hanging about the barns and watching, slipped into the house with the air of a burglar and crept up-stairs. As a general thing Matthew gravitated between the kitchen and the little bedroom off the hall where he slept; once in a while he ventured uncomfortably into the parlour or sitting-room when the minister came to tea. But he had never been up-stairs in his own house since the spring he helped Marilla paper the spare bedroom, and that was four years ago.

He tiptoed along the hall and stood for several minutes outside the door of the east gable before he summoned courage to tap on it with his fingers and then open the door to peep in.

Anne was sitting on the yellow chair by the window, gazing mournfully out into the garden. Very small and unhappy she looked, and Matthew's heart smote him. He softly closed the door and tiptoed over to her.

"Anne," he whispered, as if afraid of being overheard, "how are you making it, Anne?"

Anne smiled wanly.

"Pretty well. I imagine a good deal, and that helps to pass the time. Of course, it's rather lonesome. But then, I may as well get used to that."

Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her.

Matthew recollected that he must say what he had come to say without loss of time, lest Marilla return prematurely.

"Well now, Anne, don't you think you'd better do it and have it over with?" he whispered. "It'll have to be done sooner or later, you know, for Marilla's a dreadful determined woman—dreadful determined, Anne. Do it right off, I say, and have it over."

"Do you mean apologize to Mrs. Lynde?"

"Yes—apologize—that's the very word," said Matthew eagerly. "Just smooth it over so to speak. That's what I was trying to get at."

"I suppose I could do it to oblige you," said Anne thoughtfully. "It would be true enough to say I am sorry, because I am sorry now. I wasn't a bit sorry last night. I was mad clear through, and I stayed mad all night. I know I did because I woke up three times and I was just furious every time. But this morning it was all over. I wasn't in a temper any more—and it left a dreadful sort of goneness, too. I felt so ashamed of myself. But I just couldn't think of going and telling Mrs. Lynde so. It would be so humiliating. I made up my mind I'd stay shut up here for ever rather than do that. But still—I'd do anything for you—if you really want me to—"

"Well now, of course I do. It's terrible lonesome down-stairs without you. Just go and smooth it over—that's a good girl."

"Very well," said Anne resignedly. "I'll tell Marilla as soon as she comes in that I've repented."

"That's right—that's right, Anne. But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it. She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that."

"Wild horses won't drag the secret from me," promised Anne solemnly. "How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow?"

But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to. Marilla herself, upon her return to the house, was agreeably surprised to hear a plaintive voice calling, "Marilla," over the banisters.

"Well?" she said, going into the hall.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper and said rude things, and I'm willing to go and tell Mrs. Lynde so."

"Very well." Manila's crispness gave no sign of her relief. She had been wondering what under the canopy she should do if Anne did not give in. "I'll take you down after milking."

Accordingly, after milking, behold Marilla and Anne walking down the lane, the former erect and triumphant, the latter drooping and dejected. But half-way down Anne's dejection vanished as if by enchantment. She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her. Marilla beheld the change disapprovingly. This was no meek penitent such as it behooved her to take into the presence of the offended Mrs. Lynde.

"What are you thinking of, Anne?" she asked sharply.

"I'm imagining out what I must say to Mrs. Lynde," answered Anne dreamily.

This was satisfactory—or should have been so. But Marilla could not rid herself of the notion that something in her scheme of punishment was going askew. Anne had no business to look so rapt and radiant.

Rapt and radiant Anne continued until they were in the very presence of Mrs. Lynde, who was sitting knitting by her kitchen window. Then the radiance vanished. Mournful penitence appeared on every feature. Before a word was spoken Anne suddenly went down on her knees before the astonished Mrs. Rachel and held out her hands beseechingly.

"Oh, Mrs. Lynde, I am so extremely sorry," she said with a quiver in her voice. "I could never express all my sorrow, no, not if I used up a whole dictionary. You must just imagine it. I behaved terribly to you—and I've disgraced the dear friends, Matthew and Marilla, who have let me stay at Green Gables although I'm not a boy. I'm a dreadfully wicked and ungrateful girl, and I deserve to be punished and cast out by respectable people for ever. It was very wicked of me to fly into a temper because you told me the truth. It was the truth; every word you said was true. My hair is red and I'm freckled and skinny and ugly. What I said to you was true, too, but I shouldn't have said it. Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please, please, forgive me. If you refuse it will be a lifelong sorrow to me. You wouldn't like to inflict a lifelong sorrow on a poor little orphan girl, would you, even if she had a dreadful temper? Oh, I am sure you wouldn't. Please say you forgive me, Mrs. Lynde."

Anne clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and waited for the word of judgment.

There was no mistaking her sincerity—it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation—was revelling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

Good Mrs. Lynde, not being overburdened with perception, did not see this. She only perceived that Anne had made a very thorough apology and all resentment vanished from her kindly, if somewhat officious, heart.

"There, there, get up, child," she said heartily. "Of course I forgive you. I guess I was a little too hard on you, anyway. But I'm such an outspoken person. You just mustn't mind me, that's what. It can't be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once—went to school with her, in fact—whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn. I wouldn't be a mite surprised if yours did, too—not a mite."

"Oh, Mrs. Lynde!" Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet. "You have given me a hope. I shall always feel that you are a benefactor. Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up. It would be so much easier to be good if one's hair was a handsome auburn, don't you think? And now may I go out into your garden and sit on that bench under the apple-trees while you and Marilla are talking? There is so much more scope for imagination out there."

"Laws, yes, run along, child. And you can pick a bouquet of them white June lilies over in the corner if you like."

As the door closed behind Anne Mrs. Lynde got briskly up to light a lamp.

"She's a real odd little thing. Take this chair, Marilla; it's easier than the one you've got; I just keep that for the hired boy to sit on. Yes, she certainly is an odd child, but there is something kind of taking about her after all. I don't feel so surprised at you and Matthew keeping her as I did—nor so sorry for you, either. She may turn out all right. Of course, she has a queer way of expressing herself—a little too—well, too kind of forcible, you know; but she'll likely get over that now that she's come to live among civilized folks. And then, her temper's pretty quick, I guess; but there's one comfort, a child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful. Preserve me from a sly child, that's what. On the whole, Marilla, I kind of like her."

When Marilla went home Anne came out of the fragrant twilight of the orchard with a sheaf of white narcissi in her hands.

"I apologized pretty well, didn't I?" she said proudly as they went down the lane. "I thought since I had to do it I might as well do it thoroughly."

"You did it thoroughly, all right enough," was Marilla's comment. Marilla was dismayed at finding herself inclined to laugh over the recollection. She had also an uneasy feeling that she ought to scold Anne for apologizing so well; but then, that was ridiculous! She compromised with her conscience by saying severely:

"I hope you won't have occasion to make many more such apologies. I hope you'll try to control your temper now, Anne."

"That wouldn't be so hard if people wouldn't twit me about my looks," said Anne with a sigh. "I don't get cross about other things; but I'm so tired of being twitted about my hair and it just makes me boil right over. Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?"

"You shouldn't think so much about your looks, Anne. I'm afraid you are a very vain little girl,"

"How can I be vain when I know I'm homely?" protested Anne. "I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful."

"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted Marilla.

"I've had that said to me before, but I have my doubts about it," remarked sceptical Anne, sniffing at her narcissi. "Oh, aren't these flowers sweet! It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give them to me. I have no hard feelings against Mrs. Lynde now. It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it? Aren't the stars bright to-night? If you could live in a star, which one would you pick? I'd like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill."

"Anne, do hold your tongue," said Marilla, thoroughly worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne's thoughts.

Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane. A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them, laden with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns. Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables. Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman's hard palm.

"It's lovely to be going home and know it's home," she said. "I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before. No place ever seemed like home. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy. I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard."

Something warm and pleasant welled up in Marilla's heart at touch of that thin little hand in her own—a throb of the maternity she had missed, perhaps. Its very unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her. She hastened to restore her sensations to their normal calm by inculcating a moral.

"If you'll be a good girl you'll always be happy, Anne. And you should never find it hard to say your prayers."

"Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying," said Anne meditatively. "But I'm going to imagine that I'm the wind that is blowing up there in those tree-tops. When I get tired of the trees I'll imagine I'm gently waving down here in the ferns—and then I'll fly over to Mrs. Lynde's garden and set the flowers dancing—and then I'll go with one great swoop over the clover field—and then I'll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves. Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! So I'll not talk any more just now, Marilla."

"Thanks be to goodness for that," breathed Marilla in devout relief.