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"
Have
you
any
unfulfilled
dreams
,
Anne
?
"
asked
Gilbert
.
Something
in
his
tone
--
something
she
had
not
heard
since
that
miserable
evening
in
the
orchard
at
Patty
's
Place
--
made
Anne
's
heart
beat
wildly
.
But
she
made
answer
lightly
.
"
Of
course
.
Everybody
has
.
It
would
n't
do
for
us
to
have
all
our
dreams
fulfilled
.
We
would
be
as
good
as
dead
if
we
had
nothing
left
to
dream
about
.
What
a
delicious
aroma
that
low-descending
sun
is
extracting
from
the
asters
and
ferns
.
I
wish
we
could
see
perfumes
as
well
as
smell
them
.
I
'm
sure
they
would
be
very
beautiful
.
"
Gilbert
was
not
to
be
thus
sidetracked
.
"
I
have
a
dream
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
I
persist
in
dreaming
it
,
although
it
has
often
seemed
to
me
that
it
could
never
come
true
.
I
dream
of
a
home
with
a
hearth-fire
in
it
,
a
cat
and
dog
,
the
footsteps
of
friends
--
and
YOU
!
"
Anne
wanted
to
speak
but
she
could
find
no
words
.
Happiness
was
breaking
over
her
like
a
wave
.
It
almost
frightened
her
.
"
I
asked
you
a
question
over
two
years
ago
,
Anne
.
If
I
ask
it
again
today
will
you
give
me
a
different
answer
?
"
Still
Anne
could
not
speak
.
But
she
lifted
her
eyes
,
shining
with
all
the
love-rapture
of
countless
generations
,
and
looked
into
his
for
a
moment
.
He
wanted
no
other
answer
.
They
lingered
in
the
old
garden
until
twilight
,
sweet
as
dusk
in
Eden
must
have
been
,
crept
over
it
.
There
was
so
much
to
talk
over
and
recall
--
things
said
and
done
and
heard
and
thought
and
felt
and
misunderstood
.
