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This is a stunning and beautifully-written dialogue and makes the perfect introduction to the loquacious and imaginative phenomenon known as Anne AND establishes Matthew as a kind and patient gentleman - and most importantly a good listener! It is doubly impressive as being simultaneously moving to see the hope, joy and anticipation on Anne's face and in her speech, but also hilarious in the latter's torrent of imaginative and erudite verbiage - which leaves Matthew nonplussed ...... Come to pick up a probably scruffy and resentful orphan boy how could he have anticipated this extraordinary ray of sunshine capable of such language and indeed perceptiveness? Anne's whole transfer from station to Green Gables is indeed a masterpiece of dialogue, acting and direction. |
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Matthew arrives at the station to pick up the expected boy from the asylum/orphanage:
Matthew: "I was wondering if you could help me. Is there um ...."
Stationmaster:: "A little girl? You didn't see her? She's just outside. Wouldn't come in - darndest thing. Said she preferred to sit outside because there was .... What was it now? 'More scope for the imagination.' That was it. She's a case, I should say. I heard her talking to herself out there. She's got a tongue of her own, that's for certain."
Matthew: "I'm not expecting a girl. It's a boy that I have come for. Mrs Spenser was to bring him over from the asylum." Matthew goes out onto the platform to find Anne sitting on a bench. "Have you always wanted a daughter? Always in your heart of hearts? I read once that a daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. And it, it gives my heart a thrill to even say it aloud." They arrive at the cart and Anne meets 'Mare': "Oh, isn't she lovely! What's her name?"
Matthew: "That's errm .... Mare." Anne: "She doesn't have a name? But the right name is so important. She looks to me like her name is Belle. Hello Belle, you are a beauty and I am sure we'll be great friends." They climb into the cart. Matthew (flicking the reins to move off): "Mare ...." Anne (waving): "Bye tree ...." |