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"
You
are
very
quiet
,
Anne
,
"
said
Gilbert
at
last
.
"
I
'm
afraid
to
speak
or
move
for
fear
all
this
wonderful
beauty
will
vanish
just
like
a
broken
silence
,
"
breathed
Anne
.
Gilbert
suddenly
laid
his
hand
over
the
slender
white
one
lying
on
the
rail
of
the
bridge
.
His
hazel
eyes
deepened
into
darkness
,
his
still
boyish
lips
opened
to
say
something
of
the
dream
and
hope
that
thrilled
his
soul
.
But
Anne
snatched
her
hand
away
and
turned
quickly
.
The
spell
of
the
dusk
was
broken
for
her
.
"
I
must
go
home
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
with
a
rather
overdone
carelessness
.
"
Marilla
had
a
headache
this
afternoon
,
and
I
'm
sure
the
twins
will
be
in
some
dreadful
mischief
by
this
time
.
I
really
should
n't
have
stayed
away
so
long
.
"
She
chattered
ceaselessly
and
inconsequently
until
they
reached
the
Green
Gables
lane
.
Poor
Gilbert
hardly
had
a
chance
to
get
a
word
in
edgewise
.
Anne
felt
rather
relieved
when
they
parted
.
There
had
been
a
new
,
secret
self-consciousness
in
her
heart
with
regard
to
Gilbert
,
ever
since
that
fleeting
moment
of
revelation
in
the
garden
of
Echo
Lodge
.
Something
alien
had
intruded
into
the
old
,
perfect
,
school-day
comradeship
--
something
that
threatened
to
mar
it
.
"
I
never
felt
glad
to
see
Gilbert
go
before
,
"
she
thought
,
half-resentfully
,
half-sorrowfully
,
as
she
walked
alone
up
the
lane
.
"
Our
friendship
will
be
spoiled
if
he
goes
on
with
this
nonsense
.
It
must
n't
be
spoiled
--
I
wo
n't
let
it
.
Oh
,
WHY
ca
n't
boys
be
just
sensible
!
"
Anne
had
an
uneasy
doubt
that
it
was
not
strictly
"
sensible
"
that
she
should
still
feel
on
her
hand
the
warm
pressure
of
Gilbert
's
,
as
distinctly
as
she
had
felt
it
for
the
swift
second
his
had
rested
there
;
and
still
less
sensible
that
the
sensation
was
far
from
being
an
unpleasant
one
--
very
different
from
that
which
had
attended
a
similar
demonstration
on
Charlie
Sloane
's
part
,
when
she
had
been
sitting
out
a
dance
with
him
at
a
White
Sands
party
three
nights
before
.
Anne
shivered
over
the
disagreeable
recollection
.
But
all
problems
connected
with
infatuated
swains
vanished
from
her
mind
when
she
entered
the
homely
,
unsentimental
atmosphere
of
the
Green
Gables
kitchen
where
an
eight-year-old
boy
was
crying
grievously
on
the
sofa
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Davy
?
"
asked
Anne
,
taking
him
up
in
her
arms
.
"
Where
are
Marilla
and
Dora
?
"
"
Marilla
's
putting
Dora
to
bed
,
"
sobbed
Davy
,
"
and
I
'm
crying
'
cause
Dora
fell
down
the
outside
cellar
steps
,
heels
over
head
,
and
scraped
all
the
skin
off
her
nose
,
and
--
"
