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It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on.

I’m not ungrateful--and perhaps--when this horrible ache grows a little less--I’ll find that I can go on living.

The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla.

Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

Carlo got very fond of me--and his dog-love helped me through that first dreadful year after mother died, when I was alone.