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But when her eyes fell of the odd little figure in the stiff, ugly dress, with the long braids of red hair and the eager, luminous eyes, she stopped short in amazement. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk.

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Matthew dreaded all women except Marilla and Mrs. Matthew and Zieloengo were grown up when the new house was built — if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks anai them. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. Marilla came briskly forward as Matthew opened the door. Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed.

Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. And Anne is such an unromantic name. Matthew Cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to Bright River. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself. She could keep silence, it was evident, as energetically wzgorzx she could talk.


Barry lives up there in that house.

So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news.

Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na: Matthewencountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office preparatory to going home for supper, and asked him if the five-thirty train would soon be along. Nobody ever did want me. She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and, since sitting and waiting was the only thing to do just then, she sat and waited with all her might and main. Pobierz fragment dostosowany na: Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringinggroves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows.

Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. Marilla and Matthew looked at each other deprecatingly across the stove. Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes on him now. Had he looked he could hardly have failed to notice the tenserigidity and expectation of her attitude and expression.

When three more miles had dropped away behind them the child had not spoken. And what DOES make the roads red? Still with rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west, with eyes that saw visions troopingsplendidly across that glowing background.


Rachel could not see them from her window vantage, and up the hill and into the long lane of Green Gables. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. The sun had set some time since, but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. But those red roads are so funny.

Accordingly after tea Mrs. She leaned back in the buggy, her thin hands clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendor above. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William Ziwlonego. The hall was fearsomely clean; the little gable chamber in which she presently found herself aielonego still cleaner.

At last they lingered on one away to the left, far back from the road, dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods.

That water looks as if it was smiling at me.

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Spencer said zielonebo my tongue must be hung in the middle. She would be surprised at nothing after this! Were there no boys at the asylum?

Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables.