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didn't pretend I was. If anybody'd have asked me if I was married I'd have said I was. But they just took it for granted. I wasn't anxious to talk about the matter. . .I was feeling too sore over it. It would have been nuts for Mrs. Rachel Lynde if she had known my wife had left me, wouldn't it now?"
"But some people say that you left her."
"She started it, Anne, she started it. I'm going to tell you the whole story, for I don't want you to think worse of me than I deserve. . .nor of Emily neither. But let's go out on the veranda. Everything is so fearful neat in here that it kind of makes me homesick. I suppose I'll get used to it after awhile but it eases me up to look at the yard. Emily hasn't had time to tidy it up yet."
As soon as they were comfortably seated on the veranda Mr. Harrison began his tale of woe.
"I lived in Scottsford, New Brunswick, before I came here, Anne. My sister kept house
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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