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Pacifique
turned
with
a
grin
and
a
cheerful
good
morning
.
"
Pacifique
,
"
said
Anne
faintly
,
"
did
you
come
from
George
Fletcher
's
this
morning
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
said
Pacifique
amiably
.
"
I
got
de
word
las
'
night
dat
my
fader
,
he
was
seeck
.
It
was
so
stormy
dat
I
could
n't
go
den
,
so
I
start
vair
early
dis
mornin
'
.
I
'm
goin
'
troo
de
woods
for
short
cut
.
"
"
Did
you
hear
how
Gilbert
Blythe
was
this
morning
?
"
Anne
's
desperation
drove
her
to
the
question
.
Even
the
worst
would
be
more
endurable
than
this
hideous
suspense
.
"
He
's
better
,
"
said
Pacifique
.
"
He
got
de
turn
las
'
night
.
De
doctor
say
he
'll
be
all
right
now
dis
soon
while
Had
close
shave
,
dough
!
Dat
boy
,
he
jus
'
keel
himself
at
college
.
Well
,
I
mus
'
hurry
.
De
old
man
,
he
'll
be
in
hurry
to
see
me
.
"
Pacifique
resumed
his
walk
and
his
whistle
.
Anne
gazed
after
him
with
eyes
where
joy
was
driving
out
the
strained
anguish
of
the
night
.
He
was
a
very
lank
,
very
ragged
,
very
homely
youth
.
But
in
her
sight
he
was
as
beautiful
as
those
who
bring
good
tidings
on
the
mountains
.
Never
,
as
long
as
she
lived
,
would
Anne
see
Pacifique
's
brown
,
round
,
black-eyed
face
without
a
warm
remembrance
of
the
moment
when
he
had
given
to
her
the
oil
of
joy
for
mourning
.
Long
after
Pacifique
's
gay
whistle
had
faded
into
the
phantom
of
music
and
then
into
silence
far
up
under
the
maples
of
Lover
's
Lane
Anne
stood
under
the
willows
,
tasting
the
poignant
sweetness
of
life
when
some
great
dread
has
been
removed
from
it
.
The
morning
was
a
cup
filled
with
mist
and
glamor
.
In
the
corner
near
her
was
a
rich
surprise
of
new-blown
,
crystal-dewed
roses
.
The
trills
and
trickles
of
song
from
the
birds
in
the
big
tree
above
her
seemed
in
perfect
accord
with
her
mood
.
A
sentence
from
a
very
old
,
very
true
,
very
wonderful
Book
came
to
her
lips
,
"
Weeping
may
endure
for
a
night
but
joy
cometh
in
the
morning
.
"
"
I
've
come
up
to
ask
you
to
go
for
one
of
our
old-time
rambles
through
September
woods
and
'
over
hills
where
spices
grow
,
'
this
afternoon
,
"
said
Gilbert
,
coming
suddenly
around
the
porch
corner
.
"
Suppose
we
visit
Hester
Gray
's
garden
.
"
