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Chapter 28

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plained Anne wearily, “and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews’ dory and brought me to land.”

“Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it’s so romantic!” said Jane, finding breath for utterance at last. “Of course you’ll speak to him after this.”

“Of course I won’t,” flashed Anne with a momentary return of her old spirit. “And I don’t want ever to hear the word romantic again, Jane Andrews. I’m awfully sorry you were so frightened girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star. Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape. We’ve gone and lost your father’s flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we’ll not be


PHOTO ANNOTATION

pencil sketch of a knight riding a narrow path through a lush forest towards a castle

"Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews' dory": Not quite Gustave Doré's image of "Lancelot Approaching the Castle of Astolat."