If you like I can take her right home now." Marilla looked at Anne and softened at sight of the child's pale face with its look of mute misery--the misery of a helpless little creature who finds itself once more caught in the trap from which it had escaped.
Marilla felt an uncomfortable conviction that, if she denied the appeal of that look, it would haunt her to her dying day.

More-over, she did not fancy Mrs.Blewett.To hand a sensitive, "highstrung" child over to such a woman! No, she could not take the responsibility of doing that! "Well, I don't know," she said slowly.

"I didn't say that Matthew and I had absolutely decided that we wouldn't keep her.

In fact I may say that Matthew is disposed to keep her.

I just came over to find out how the mistake had occurred.