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"
Is
that
the
dress
you
're
going
to
wear
tonight
?
"
asked
Gilbert
,
looking
down
at
the
fluffs
and
frills
.
"
Yes
.
Is
n't
it
pretty
?
And
I
shall
wear
starflowers
in
my
hair
.
The
Haunted
Wood
is
full
of
them
this
summer
.
"
Gilbert
had
a
sudden
vision
of
Anne
,
arrayed
in
a
frilly
green
gown
,
with
the
virginal
curves
of
arms
and
throat
slipping
out
of
it
,
and
white
stars
shining
against
the
coils
of
her
ruddy
hair
.
The
vision
made
him
catch
his
breath
.
But
he
turned
lightly
away
.
"
Well
,
I
'll
be
up
tomorrow
.
Hope
you
'll
have
a
nice
time
tonight
.
"
Anne
looked
after
him
as
he
strode
away
,
and
sighed
.
Gilbert
was
friendly
--
very
friendly
--
far
too
friendly
.
He
had
come
quite
often
to
Green
Gables
after
his
recovery
,
and
something
of
their
old
comradeship
had
returned
.
But
Anne
no
longer
found
it
satisfying
.
The
rose
of
love
made
the
blossom
of
friendship
pale
and
scentless
by
contrast
.
And
Anne
had
again
begun
to
doubt
if
Gilbert
now
felt
anything
for
her
but
friendship
.
In
the
common
light
of
common
day
her
radiant
certainty
of
that
rapt
morning
had
faded
.
She
was
haunted
by
a
miserable
fear
that
her
mistake
could
never
be
rectified
.
It
was
quite
likely
that
it
was
Christine
whom
Gilbert
loved
after
all
.
Perhaps
he
was
even
engaged
to
her
.
Anne
tried
to
put
all
unsettling
hopes
out
of
her
heart
,
and
reconcile
herself
to
a
future
where
work
and
ambition
must
take
the
place
of
love
.
She
could
do
good
,
if
not
noble
,
work
as
a
teacher
;
and
the
success
her
little
sketches
were
beginning
to
meet
with
in
certain
editorial
sanctums
augured
well
for
her
budding
literary
dreams
.
But
--
but
--
Anne
picked
up
her
green
dress
and
sighed
again
.
When
Gilbert
came
the
next
afternoon
he
found
Anne
waiting
for
him
,
fresh
as
the
dawn
and
fair
as
a
star
,
after
all
the
gaiety
of
the
preceding
night
.
She
wore
a
green
dress
--
not
the
one
she
had
worn
to
the
wedding
,
but
an
old
one
which
Gilbert
had
told
her
at
a
Redmond
reception
he
liked
especially
.
It
was
just
the
shade
of
green
that
brought
out
the
rich
tints
of
her
hair
,
and
the
starry
gray
of
her
eyes
and
the
iris-like
delicacy
of
her
skin
.
Gilbert
,
glancing
at
her
sideways
as
they
walked
along
a
shadowy
woodpath
,
thought
she
had
never
looked
so
lovely
.
Anne
,
glancing
sideways
at
Gilbert
,
now
and
then
,
thought
how
much
older
he
looked
since
his
illness
.
It
was
as
if
he
had
put
boyhood
behind
him
forever
.
The
day
was
beautiful
and
the
way
was
beautiful
.
Anne
was
almost
sorry
when
they
reached
Hester
Gray
's
garden
,
and
sat
down
on
the
old
bench
.
But
it
was
beautiful
there
,
too
--
as
beautiful
as
it
had
been
on
the
faraway
day
of
the
Golden
Picnic
,
when
Diana
and
Jane
and
Priscilla
and
she
had
found
it
.
Then
it
had
been
lovely
with
narcissus
and
violets
;
now
golden
rod
had
kindled
its
fairy
torches
in
the
corners
and
asters
dotted
it
bluely
.
The
call
of
the
brook
came
up
through
the
woods
from
the
valley
of
birches
with
all
its
old
allurement
;
the
mellow
air
was
full
of
the
purr
of
the
sea
;
beyond
were
fields
rimmed
by
fences
bleached
silvery
gray
in
the
suns
of
many
summers
,
and
long
hills
scarfed
with
the
shadows
of
autumnal
clouds
;
with
the
blowing
of
the
west
wind
old
dreams
returned
.
"
I
think
,
"
said
Anne
softly
,
"
that
'
the
land
where
dreams
come
true
'
is
in
the
blue
haze
yonder
,
over
that
little
valley
.
"
