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It was not, of course, a proper thing to do. But then I have never pretended, nor ever will pretend, that Emily was a proper child. Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull nobody would read them.
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There's no men like that nowadays. This is a degenerate age, Miss Shirley." "Homer said the same thing eight hundred years, B.C.," smiled Anne."
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wounded prisoners. I wish I could hope, Miss Oliver--it would help, I suppose. But hope seems dead in me. I can't hope without some reason for it--and there is no reason." When Miss Oliver had gone to her own room and Rilla was lying on her bed in the moonlight, praying desperately for a little strength, Susan stepped in like a gaunt shadow and sat down beside her. "Rilla, dear, do not you worry. Little Jem is not dead." "Oh, how can you be..
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Do you know, my arm must be black and blue from the elbow up, for I've pinched myself so many times today. Every little while a horrible sickening feeling would come over me and I'd be afraid it was all a dream. Then I'd pinch myself it see if it was real- until suddenly I remembered that even supposing it was only a dream I'd better go on dreaming as long as I could; so I stopped pinching.
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woman likes to hear the news. I am rather interested in Millicent Drew's case myself. I never had a beau, much less two, and I do not mind now, for being an old maid does not hurt when you get used to it. Millicent's hair always looks to me as if she had swept it up with a broom. But the men do not seem to mind that." "They see only her pretty, piquant, mocking, little face, Susan." "That may very well be, Mrs. Dr. dear. The"
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Velvet carpet," sighed Anne luxuriously, "and silk curtains! I've dreamed of such things, Diana. But do you know I don't believe I feel very comfortable with them after all. There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor--there are so many more things you can imagine about."
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1908 June: Anne of Green Gables is published. It goes through six editions and sells 19,000 copies in its first six months.
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Man-like," said Miss Cornelia,"
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Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper.
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what perverted shapes thwarted love can take. Little
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The Reverend John Knox Meredith, Mrs. Dr. dear," said Susan, resolved not to let Miss Cornelia tell all the news. "Is"
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It is the injustice that stings me. There go more italics! But a few italics really do relieve your feelings. "Apart"
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You can't have many exclamation points left," thought Anne, "but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible." "This"
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into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.' Oh,
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Ellen and Norman Douglas are warming up the old soup." "Is"
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They were all there, squatted in the little open glade--Faith and Una, Jerry and Carl, Jem and Walter, Nan and Di, and Mary Vance. They had been having a special celebration, for it would be Jem's last evening in Rainbow Valley. On the morrow he would leave for Charlottetown to attend Queen's Academy. Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young he..
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There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves--so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.
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Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing -- not too much, of course -- but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it." "
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I do not know the difference between them, for the politics of the Yankees is a puzzle I cannot solve, study it as I may. But as far as seeing through a grindstone goes, I am afraid--" Susan shook her head dubiously, "that they are all tarred with the same brush." --
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saw that button and the peace of the Ladies' Aid was upset for weeks. Carl had the clear, bright, dark-blue eyes, fearless and direct, of his dead mother, and her brown hair with its glints of gold. He knew the secrets of bugs and had a sort of freemasonry with bees and beetles. Una never liked to sit near him because she never knew what uncanny creature might be secreted about him. Jerry refused to sleep with him because Carl had once take..
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You don't chatter half as much as you used to, Anne, nor use half as many big words. What has come over you?" Anne coloured and laughed a little, as she dropped her book and looked dreamily out of the window, where big fat red buds were bursting out on the creeper in response to the lure of the spring sunshine. "I don't know--I don't want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her fore-finger. "It's nicer to think de..
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just stayed a little girl inside." "What do I smell?" interrupted Carl, sniffing. They all smelled it now. A most delectable odour came floating up on the still evening air from the direction of the little woodsy dell below the manse hill. "That makes me hungry," said Jerry. "We had only bread and molasses for supper and cold ditto for dinner," said Una plaintively. Aunt Martha's habit was to boil a large slab of mutton early in the week an..
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eloquent. All the many familiar things that had once made life sweet had a flavour of bitterness now. Norman Douglas made periodical irruptions also, bullying and coaxing Ellen by turns. It would end, Rosemary believed, by his dragging Ellen off with him some day, and Rosemary felt that she would be almost glad when it happened. Existence would be horribly lonely then, but it would be no longer charged with dynamite. She was roused from her..
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CHAPTER XXXV. "LET THE PIPER COME" "And so," said Miss Cornelia, "the double wedding is to be sometime about the middle of this month." There was a faint chill in the air of the early September evening, so Anne had lighted her ever ready fire of driftwood in the big living room, and she and Miss Cornelia basked in its fairy flicker. "It is so delightful--especially in regard to Mr. Meredith and Rosemary," said Anne. "I'm as happy in the tho..
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