Emily of New Moon (Emily Part 1) (Emily Starr Trilogy)

by L.M. Montgomery

strange formidable power in Emily's soul.

she looked aghast for one moment at the transformed or possessed child before her—and

then for the first time in her life Elizabeth Murray turned tail and fled—literally

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"I saw—Father—looking from her face," gasped Elizabeth, trembling. "And she said, 'Let me hear no more of this'—just as he always said it—his very words."

Archibald

Emily’s superpower.

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It was a rather curious fact that from that day Emily ceased to grieve over her lost friend.

nothing, save the mere emotionless memory of it, remained.

Haha - Aunt Elizabeth is more childish than Emily.

Mee too, but I never forgot to pick up my shoes on the way home.

how glorious that miracle of buttercups in the wet field below Lofty John's bush!

the divine afflatus seemed gone.

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Haha - and forgot her boots.

Haha - uh oh ….

Ilse

Aunt Elizabeth was inexorable. She knew that it was a cruel thing to shut an over-sensitive child like Emily in that gloomy room. But she thought she was doing her duty.

Narrator, thank you very much.

She did not realize and would not have for a moment believed that she was really wreaking her own smothered resentment with Emily for her defeat and fright on the day of the threatened hair-cutting.

The Murray pride had smarted under that humbling, and the smart ceased to annoy her only when she turned the key of the spare-room on the white-faced culprit.

eyes full of such fear as should have no place in a child's eyes,

There was such a large connection of dead Murrays.

a huge, stuffed white Arctic owl,

Haha. It’s hard to feel sorry for Emily in this punishment.

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But people had died in this room—dozens of them.

Then something did happen.

A blessed flood of sunshine burst in. Outside was a wholesome, friendly, human world.

Haha how convenient.

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into Lofty John's bush,

She was full of a fearful joy with an elfin delight running through it.

Ilse Burnley

it wasn't fair—so

"You little cuss! I didn't think you'd gimp enough for that," said Ilse.

Haha - how about gimp? Question

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Some days I believe there's a God and some days I don't.

dod-gastedly lonesome

her sunburned paw

a wild thing

But it was a good place to play. You didn't have to be careful not to mess things up.

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"Oh, there's a devil all right, Father says. It's only God he doesn't believe in.

"And you'll tell me things—nobody ever tells me things. And let me tell you things—I haven't anybody to tell things to," said Ilse.

"And you won't be ashamed of me because my clothes are always queer and because I don't believe in God?" "No. But if you knew Father's God you'd believe in Him."

Cf. George MacDonald, UNSPOKEN SERMONS, First Series, The New Name: Not only then has each man his individual relation to God, but each man has his peculiar relation to God. He is to God a peculiar being, made after his own fashion, and that of no one else. Hence he can worship God as no man else can worship Him. Which is better - Ellen’s God, Aunt Elizabeth’s God, or Dr. Burnley’s no-god at all.

I don't like talking about God," said Ilse uncomfortably. "I do," said Emily. "I think God is a very interesting subject,

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a volcanic hug.

Haha so sad

I wish he did like me because he can be awful nice when he likes any one.

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"Well"—Ilse drew a long breath—"I guess you are a poetess all right." It was a very proud moment for Emily—one of the great moments of life, in fact.

Her world had conceded her standing.