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“
Guess
Uncle
Abe
’
s
hit
it
for
once
in
his
life
,
Anne
,
”
he
shouted
.
“
His
storm
’
s
coming
a
leetle
ahead
of
time
.
Did
ye
ever
see
the
like
of
that
cloud
?
Here
,
all
you
young
ones
,
that
are
going
my
way
,
pile
in
,
and
those
that
ain
’
t
scoot
for
the
post
office
if
ye
’
ve
more
’
n
a
quarter
of
a
mile
to
go
,
and
stay
there
till
the
shower
’
s
over
.
”
Anne
caught
Davy
and
Dora
by
the
hands
and
flew
down
the
hill
,
along
the
Birch
Path
,
and
past
Violet
Vale
and
Willowmere
,
as
fast
as
the
twins
’
fat
legs
could
go
.
They
reached
Green
Gables
not
a
moment
too
soon
and
were
joined
at
the
door
by
Marilla
,
who
had
been
hustling
her
ducks
and
chickens
under
shelter
.
As
they
dashed
into
the
kitchen
the
light
seemed
to
vanish
,
as
if
blown
out
by
some
mighty
breath
;
the
awful
cloud
rolled
over
the
sun
and
a
darkness
as
of
late
twilight
fell
across
the
world
.
At
the
same
moment
,
with
a
crash
of
thunder
and
a
blinding
glare
of
lightning
,
the
hail
swooped
down
and
blotted
the
landscape
out
in
one
white
fury
.
Through
all
the
clamor
of
the
storm
came
the
thud
of
torn
branches
striking
the
house
and
the
sharp
crack
of
breaking
glass
.
In
three
minutes
every
pane
in
the
west
and
north
windows
was
broken
and
the
hail
poured
in
through
the
apertures
covering
the
floor
with
stones
,
the
smallest
of
which
was
as
big
as
a
hen
’
s
egg
.
For
three
quarters
of
an
hour
the
storm
raged
unabated
and
no
one
who
underwent
it
ever
forgot
it
.
Marilla
,
for
once
in
her
life
shaken
out
of
her
composure
by
sheer
terror
,
knelt
by
her
rocking
chair
in
a
corner
of
the
kitchen
,
gasping
and
sobbing
between
the
deafening
thunder
peals
.
Anne
,
white
as
paper
,
had
dragged
the
sofa
away
from
the
window
and
sat
on
it
with
a
twin
on
either
side
.
Davy
at
the
first
crash
had
howled
,
“
Anne
,
Anne
,
is
it
the
Judgment
Day
?
Anne
,
Anne
,
I
never
meant
to
be
naughty
,
”
and
then
had
buried
his
face
in
Anne
’
s
lap
and
kept
it
there
,
his
little
body
quivering
.
Dora
,
somewhat
pale
but
quite
composed
,
sat
with
her
hand
clasped
in
Anne
’
s
,
quiet
and
motionless
.
It
is
doubtful
if
an
earthquake
would
have
disturbed
Dora
.
Then
,
almost
as
suddenly
as
it
began
,
the
storm
ceased
.
The
hail
stopped
,
the
thunder
rolled
and
muttered
away
to
the
eastward
,
and
the
sun
burst
out
merry
and
radiant
over
a
world
so
changed
that
it
seemed
an
absurd
thing
to
think
that
a
scant
three
quarters
of
an
hour
could
have
effected
such
a
transformation
.
Marilla
rose
from
her
knees
,
weak
and
trembling
,
and
dropped
on
her
rocker
.
Her
face
was
haggard
and
she
looked
ten
years
older
.
“
Have
we
all
come
out
of
that
alive
?
”
she
asked
solemnly
.
“
You
bet
we
have
,
”
piped
Davy
cheerfully
,
quite
his
own
man
again
.
“
I
wasn
’
t
a
bit
scared
either
.
.
.
only
just
at
the
first
.
It
come
on
a
fellow
so
sudden
.
I
made
up
my
mind
quick
as
a
wink
that
I
wouldn
’
t
fight
Teddy
Sloane
Monday
as
I
’
d
promised
;
but
now
maybe
I
will
.
Say
,
Dora
,
was
you
scared
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
was
a
little
scared
,
”
said
Dora
primly
,
“
but
I
held
tight
to
Anne
’
s
hand
and
said
my
prayers
over
and
over
again
.
”
