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So
said
Mrs
Rachel
to
the
wild
rose
bushes
out
of
the
fulness
of
her
heart
;
but
if
she
could
have
seen
the
child
who
was
waiting
patiently
at
the
Bright
River
station
at
that
very
moment
her
pity
would
have
been
still
deeper
and
more
profound
.
Matthew
Cuthbert
and
the
sorrel
mare
jogged
comfortably
over
the
eight
miles
to
Bright
River
.
It
was
a
pretty
road
,
running
along
between
snug
farmsteads
,
with
now
and
again
a
bit
of
balsamy
fir
wood
to
drive
through
or
a
hollow
where
wild
plums
hung
out
their
filmy
bloom
.
The
air
was
sweet
with
the
breath
of
many
apple
orchards
and
the
meadows
sloped
away
in
the
distance
to
horizon
mists
of
pearl
and
purple
;
while
“
The
little
birds
sang
as
if
it
were
The
one
day
of
summer
in
all
the
year
.
”
Matthew
enjoyed
the
drive
after
his
own
fashion
,
except
during
the
moments
when
he
met
women
and
had
to
nod
to
them
—
for
in
Prince
Edward
island
you
are
supposed
to
nod
to
all
and
sundry
you
meet
on
the
road
whether
you
know
them
or
not
.
Matthew
dreaded
all
women
except
Marilla
and
Mrs
.
Rachel
;
he
had
an
uncomfortable
feeling
that
the
mysterious
creatures
were
secretly
laughing
at
him
.
He
may
have
been
quite
right
in
thinking
so
,
for
he
was
an
odd
-
looking
personage
,
with
an
ungainly
figure
and
long
iron
-
gray
hair
that
touched
his
stooping
shoulders
,
and
a
full
,
soft
brown
beard
which
he
had
worn
ever
since
he
was
twenty
.
In
fact
,
he
had
looked
at
twenty
very
much
as
he
looked
at
sixty
,
lacking
a
little
of
the
grayness
.
When
he
reached
Bright
River
there
was
no
sign
of
any
train
;
he
thought
he
was
too
early
,
so
he
tied
his
horse
in
the
yard
of
the
small
Bright
River
hotel
and
went
over
to
the
station
house
.
The
long
platform
was
almost
deserted
;
the
only
living
creature
in
sight
being
a
girl
who
was
sitting
on
a
pile
of
shingles
at
the
extreme
end
.
Matthew
,
barely
noting
that
it
was
a
girl
,
sidled
past
her
as
quickly
as
possible
without
looking
at
her
.
Had
he
looked
he
could
hardly
have
failed
to
notice
the
tense
rigidity
and
expectation
of
her
attitude
and
expression
.
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
.
Matthew
encountered
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
.
