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“
In
Paul
’
s
last
letter
he
spoke
of
going
with
you
to
visit
an
old
.
.
.
friend
of
mine
.
.
.
Miss
Lewis
at
the
stone
house
in
Grafton
.
Do
you
know
her
well
?
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
,
she
is
a
very
dear
friend
of
mine
,
”
was
Anne
’
s
demure
reply
,
which
gave
no
hint
of
the
sudden
thrill
that
tingled
over
her
from
head
to
foot
at
Mr
.
Irving
’
s
question
.
Anne
“
felt
instinctively
”
that
romance
was
peeping
at
her
around
a
corner
.
Mr
.
Irving
rose
and
went
to
the
window
,
looking
out
on
a
great
,
golden
,
billowing
sea
where
a
wild
wind
was
harping
.
For
a
few
moments
there
was
silence
in
the
little
dark
-
walled
room
.
Then
he
turned
and
looked
down
into
Anne
’
s
sympathetic
face
with
a
smile
,
half
-
whimsical
,
half
-
tender
.
“
I
wonder
how
much
you
know
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
know
all
about
it
,
”
replied
Anne
promptly
.
“
You
see
,
”
she
explained
hastily
,
“
Miss
Lavendar
and
I
are
very
intimate
.
She
wouldn
’
t
tell
things
of
such
a
sacred
nature
to
everybody
.
We
are
kindred
spirits
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
believe
you
are
.
Well
,
I
am
going
to
ask
a
favor
of
you
.
I
would
like
to
go
and
see
Miss
Lavendar
if
she
will
let
me
.
Will
you
ask
her
if
I
may
come
?
”
Would
she
not
?
Oh
,
indeed
she
would
!
Yes
,
this
was
romance
,
the
very
,
the
real
thing
,
with
all
the
charm
of
rhyme
and
story
and
dream
.
It
was
a
little
belated
,
perhaps
,
like
a
rose
blooming
in
October
which
should
have
bloomed
in
June
;
but
none
the
less
a
rose
,
all
sweetness
and
fragrance
,
with
the
gleam
of
gold
in
its
heart
.
Never
did
Anne
’
s
feet
bear
her
on
a
more
willing
errand
than
on
that
walk
through
the
beechwoods
to
Grafton
the
next
morning
.
She
found
Miss
Lavendar
in
the
garden
.
Anne
was
fearfully
excited
.
Her
hands
grew
cold
and
her
voice
trembled
.
“
Miss
Lavendar
,
I
have
something
to
tell
you
.
.
.
something
very
important
.
Can
you
guess
what
it
is
?
”
Anne
never
supposed
that
Miss
Lavendar
could
GUESS
;
but
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
face
grew
very
pale
and
Miss
Lavendar
said
in
a
quiet
,
still
voice
,
from
which
all
the
color
and
sparkle
that
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
voice
usually
suggested
had
faded
.
