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One evening they were standing on the bridge over a rushing turbulent stream and Cordelia, thinking they were alone, pushed Geraldine over the brink with a wild, mocking, 'Ha, ha, ha.' But Bertram saw it all and he at once plunged into the current, exclaiming, 'I will save thee, my peerless Geraldine.' But alas, he had forgotten he couldn't swim, and they were both drowned, clasped in each other's arms.

Their bodies were washed ashore soon afterwards.

They were buried in the one grave and their funeral was most imposing, Diana.

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

As for Cordelia, she went insane with remorse and was shut up in a lunatic asylum.

I thought that was a poetical retribution for her crime."

"How perfectly lovely!" sighed Diana, who belonged to Matthew's school of critics. "I don't see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne. I wish my imagination was as good as yours."

"It would be if you'd only cultivate it," said Anne cheeringly.

"I've just thought of a plan, Diana.

Let you and me have a story club all our own and write stories for practice.

I'll help you along until you can do them by yourself.

You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know.

Miss Stacy says so.

Only we must take the right way.

I told her about the Haunted Wood, but she said we went the wrong way about it in that."

This was how the story club came into existence.

It was limited to Diana and Anne at first, but soon it was extended to include Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis and one or two others who felt that their imaginations needed cultivating.

No boys were allowed in it-although Ruby Gillis opined that their admission would make it more exciting-and each member had to produce one story a week.

"It's extremely interesting," Anne told Marilla.

"Each girl has to read her story out loud and then we talk it over.

We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to our descendants.

We each write under a nom-de-plume.

Mine is Rosamond Montmorency.

All the girls do pretty well.

Ruby Gillis is rather sentimental.

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