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ANNE OF GREEN GABLES
By Lucy Maud Montgomery
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised CHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised CHAPTER III Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised CHAPTER IV Morning at Green Gables CHAPTER V Anne’s History CHAPTER VI Marilla Makes Up Her Mind CHAPTER VII Anne Says Her Prayers CHAPTER VIII Anne’s Bringing-Up Is Begun CHAPTER IX Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified CHAPTER X Anne’s Apology CHAPTER XI Anne’s Impressions of Sunday School CHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and Promise CHAPTER XIII The Delights of Anticipation CHAPTER XIV Anne’s Confession CHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot CHAPTER XVI Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results CHAPTER XVII A New Interest in Life CHAPTER XVIII Anne to the Rescue CHAPTER XIX A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession CHAPTER XX A Good Imagination Gone Wrong CHAPTER XXI A New Departure in Flavorings CHAPTER XXII Anne is Invited Out to Tea CHAPTER XXIII Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor CHAPTER XXIV Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert CHAPTER XXV Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves CHAPTER XXVI The Story Club Is Formed CHAPTER XXVII Vanity and Vexation of Spirit CHAPTER XXVIII An Unfortunate Lily Maid CHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne’s Life CHAPTER XXX The Queens Class Is Organized CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet CHAPTER XXXII The Pass List Is Out CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen’s Girl CHAPTER XXXV The Winter at Queen’s CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death CHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the road
ANNE OF GREEN GABLES
CHAPTER I. Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised
|MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
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