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Anne of the Island-Part36_L.Maud Montgomery(1874-1942)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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for not inviting me to her wedding."



"You really can't blame her when you think of the tremendous

Andrews connection who had to be invited. The house could hardly



hold them all. I was only bidden by grace of being Jane's old

chum -- at least on Jane's part. I think Mrs. Harmon's motive



for inviting me was to let me see Jane's surpassing gorgeousness."

"Is it true that she wore so many diamonds that you couldn't tell



where the diamonds left off and Jane began?"

Anne laughed.



"She certainly wore a good many. What with all the diamonds and

white satin and tulle and lace and roses and orange blossoms,



prim little Jane was almost lost to sight. But she was VERY

happy, and so was Mr. Inglis -- and so was Mrs. Harmon."



"Is that the dress you're going to wear tonight?" asked Gilbert,

looking down at the fluffs and frills.



"Yes. Isn'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 radiantcertainty 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."



"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 wouldn'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.




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