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Anyhow, There'll Be Plenty Of Jam In Heaven, That's One Comfort, He Said Complacently. Perhaps There Will...if We Want It, She Said, But What Makes You Think So? Why, It's In The Catechism, Said Davy. Oh, No, There Is Nothing Like That In The Catechism, Davy. But I Tell You There Is, Persisted Davy. It Was In That Question Marilla Taught Me Last Sunday. Why Should We Love God? It Says, Because He Makes Preserves, And Redeems Us. Preserves Is Just A Holy Way Of Saying Jam.

It’s So Much More Romantic To End A Story Up With A Funeral Than A Wedding.

Yes, It's Beautiful,' Said Gilbert, Looking Steadily Down Into Anne's Uplifted Face, 'but Wouldn't It Have Been More Beautiful Still, Anne, If There Had Been No Separation Or Misunderstanding . . . If They Had Come Hand In Hand All The Way Through Life, With No Memories Behind Them But Those Which Belonged To Each Other?

He Had Also The Reputation Of Being A Bit Of A Lady Killer. But That Probably Accrued To Him From His Possession Of A Laughing, Velvety Voice Which No Girl Could Hear Without A Heartbeat, And A Dangerous Way Of Listening As If She Were Saying Something That He Had Longed All His Life To Hear.

She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humour - Which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things.