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

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"What a nice-looking young fellow he is," said Marilla absently. "I saw him in church last Sun­day and he seemed so tall and manly. He looks a lot like his father did at the same age. John Blythe was a nice boy. We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beaa."
Anne looked up with swift interest.
"Oh, Marilla—and what happened ?—why didn't you—"
"We had a quarrel. I wouldn't forgive him when he asked me to. I meant to, after awhile— but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back—the Blythes were all mighty independent. But I always felt—rather sorry. I've always kind of wished I'd forgiven him when I had the chance."
"So you've had a bit of romance in your life, too," said Anne softly.
"Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn't think so to look at me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and John. I'd for­gotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday."
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