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Here Sat Marilla Cuthbert, When She Sat At All, Slightly Distrustful Of Sunshine, Which Seemed To Her Too Dancing And Irresponsible A Thing For A World Which Was Meant To Be Taken Seriously.

Anne’s Horizons Had Closed In Since The Night She Had Sat There After Coming Home From Queen’s; But If The Path Set Before Her Feet Was To Be Narrow She Knew That Flowers Of Quiet Happiness Would Bloom Along It. The Joys Of Sincere Work And Worthy Aspiration And Congenial Friendship Were To Be Hers; Nothing Could Rob Her Of Her Birthright Of Fancy Or Her Ideal World Of Dreams. And There Was Always The Bend In The Road!

When One Great Passion Seizes Possession Of The Soul All Other Feelings Are Crowded Out.

Gilbert Put His Arm About Them. 'oh, You Mothers!' He Said. 'you Mothers! God Knew What He Was About When He Made You.

Listen To The Trees Talking In Their Sleep,' She Whispered, As He Lifted Her To The Ground. 'what Nice Dreams They Must Have!