Anne of Green Gables - online book

The first Story in the Series with Anne Shirley at age 11 to 16

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