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 reveling in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“What’s going on here?” asked a deep voice at her elbow. Anne turned to find her guardian standing beside her. He looked solidly masculine and incredibly competent to deal with the child’s wizened master and even with the spectators to… — Gayle Wilson Copy Share Image
