It made me rebellious--and it hurt me--and so I hated you at times.

Oh, I was so ashamed of it--I'm dying of shame now--but I couldn't conquer it.
"That night, when I was afraid you mightn't live--I thought I was going to be punished for my wickedness--and I loved you so then.

Anne, Anne, I never had anything to love since my mother died, except Dick's old dog--and it's so dreadful to have nothing to love--life is so EMPTY--and there's NOTHING worse than emptiness--and I might have loved you so much--and that horrible thing had spoiled it--" Leslie was trembling and growing almost incoherent with the violence of her emotion.
"Don't, Leslie," implored Anne, "oh, don't.

I understand--don't talk of it any more." "I must--I must.

When I knew you were going to live I vowed that I would tell you as soon as you were well--that I wouldn't go on accepting your friendship and companionship without telling you how unworthy I was of it.