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Anne of the Island-Part3_L.Maud Montgomery(1874-1942)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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it in a pleasant chummy silence, neither caring to talk.

"If Gilbert were always as he has been this evening how nice and



simple everything would be," reflected Anne.

Gilbert was looking at Anne, as she walked along. In her light dress,



with her slenderdelicacy, she made him think of a white iris.

"I wonder if I can ever make her care for me," he thought, with a



pang of self-destruct.

Chapter III



Greeting and Farewell

Charlie Sloane, Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley left Avonlea the



following Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana

was to drive her to the station and they wanted this, their last



drive together for some time, to be a pleasant one. But when Anne

went to bed Sunday night the east wind was moaning around Green



Gables with an ominousprophecy which was fulfilled in the morning.

Anne awoke to find raindrops pattering against her window and



shadowing the pond's gray surface with widening rings; hills and

sea were hidden in mist, and the whole world seemed dim and dreary.



Anne dressed in the cheerless gray dawn, for an early start was

necessary to catch the boat train; she struggled against the tears



that WOULD well up in her eyes in spite of herself. She was leaving

the home that was so dear to her, and something told her that she was



leaving it forever, save as a holidayrefuge. Things would never be

the same again; coming back for vacations would not be living there.



And oh, how dear and beloved everything was -- that little white porch room,

sacred to the dreams of girlhood, the old Snow Queen at the window,



the brook in the hollow, the Dryad's Bubble, the Haunted Woods,

and Lover's Lane -- all the thousand and one dear spots where memories



of the old years bided. Could she ever be really happy anywhere else?

Breakfast at Green Gables that morning was a rather doleful meal.



Davy, for the first time in his life probably, could not eat, but

blubbered shamelessly over his porridge. Nobody else seemed to



have much appetite, save Dora, who tucked away her rations comfortably.

Dora, like the immortal and most prudent Charlotte, who "went on



cutting bread and butter" when her frenzied lover's body had been

carried past on a shutter, was one of those fortunate creatures



who are seldom disturbed by anything. Even at eight it took a

great deal to ruffle Dora's placidity. She was sorry Anne was



going away, of course, but was that any reason why she should

fail to appreciate a poached egg on toast? Not at all. And,



seeing that Davy could not eat his, Dora ate it for him.

Promptly on time Diana appeared with horse and buggy, her rosy



face glowing above her raincoat. The good-byes had to be said

then somehow. Mrs. Lynde came in from her quarters to give Anne



a heartyembrace and warn her to be careful of her health,

whatever she did. Marilla, brusque and tearless, pecked Anne's



cheek and said she supposed they'd hear from her when she got

settled. A casualobserver might have concluded that Anne's



going mattered very little to her -- unless said observer had

happened to get a good look in her eyes. Dora kissed Anne primly



and squeezed out two decorous little tears; but Davy, who had

been crying on the back porch step ever since they rose from the



table, refused to say good-bye at all. When he saw Anne coming

towards him he sprang to his feet, bolted up the back stairs, and



hid in a clothes closet, out of which he would not come. His muffled

howls were the last sounds Anne heard as she left Green Gables.



It rained heavily all the way to Bright River, to which station

they had to go, since the branch line train from Carmody did not



connect with the boat train. Charlie and Gilbert were on the

station platform when they reached it, and the train was whistling.



Anne had just time to get her ticket and trunk check, say a hurried

farewell to Diana, and hasten on board. She wished she were going back



with Diana to Avonlea; she knew she was going to die of homesickness.

And oh, if only that dismal rain would stop pouring down as if the



whole world were weeping over summer vanished and joys departed!

Even Gilbert's presence brought her no comfort, for Charlie Sloane



was there, too, and Sloanishness could be tolerated only in fine weather.

It was absolutely insufferable in rain.



But when the boat steamed out of Charlottetown harbor things took

a turn for the better. The rain ceased and the sun began to



burst out goldenly now and again between the rents in the clouds,

burnishing the gray seas with copper-hued radiance, and lighting






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