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“
There
’
s
a
good
deal
of
the
child
about
her
yet
in
some
ways
.
”
“
There
’
s
a
good
deal
more
of
the
woman
about
her
in
others
,
”
retorted
Marilla
,
with
a
momentary
return
of
her
old
crispness
.
But
crispness
was
no
longer
Marilla
’
s
distinguishing
characteristic
.
As
Mrs
.
Lynde
told
her
Thomas
that
night
.
“
Marilla
Cuthbert
has
got
mellow
.
That
’
s
what
.
”
Anne
went
to
the
little
Avonlea
graveyard
the
next
evening
to
put
fresh
flowers
on
Matthew
’
s
grave
and
water
the
Scotch
rosebush
.
She
lingered
there
until
dusk
,
liking
the
peace
and
calm
of
the
little
place
,
with
its
poplars
whose
rustle
was
like
low
,
friendly
speech
,
and
its
whispering
grasses
growing
at
will
among
the
graves
.
When
she
finally
left
it
and
walked
down
the
long
hill
that
sloped
to
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
it
was
past
sunset
and
all
Avonlea
lay
before
her
in
a
dreamlike
afterlight
—
“
a
haunt
of
ancient
peace
.
”
There
was
a
freshness
in
the
air
as
of
a
wind
that
had
blown
over
honey
-
sweet
fields
of
clover
.
Home
lights
twinkled
out
here
and
there
among
the
homestead
trees
.
Beyond
lay
the
sea
,
misty
and
purple
,
with
its
haunting
,
unceasing
murmur
.
The
west
was
a
glory
of
soft
mingled
hues
,
and
the
pond
reflected
them
all
in
still
softer
shadings
.
The
beauty
of
it
all
thrilled
Anne
’
s
heart
,
and
she
gratefully
opened
the
gates
of
her
soul
to
it
.
“
Dear
old
world
,
”
she
murmured
,
“
you
are
very
lovely
,
and
I
am
glad
to
be
alive
in
you
.
”
Halfway
down
the
hill
a
tall
lad
came
whistling
out
of
a
gate
before
the
Blythe
homestead
.
It
was
Gilbert
,
and
the
whistle
died
on
his
lips
as
he
recognized
Anne
.
He
lifted
his
cap
courteously
,
but
he
would
have
passed
on
in
silence
,
if
Anne
had
not
stopped
and
held
out
her
hand
.
“
Gilbert
,
”
she
said
,
with
scarlet
cheeks
,
“
I
want
to
thank
you
for
giving
up
the
school
for
me
.
It
was
very
good
of
you
—
and
I
want
you
to
know
that
I
appreciate
it
.
”
Gilbert
took
the
offered
hand
eagerly
.
