Chapter 29 - (VERSO)
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was rising out of the sea, every little that grew all radiant and transfigured in her light. Every little cove along the curving road was a marvel of dancing ripples. The waves broke softly with a soft swish on the rocks below them and the tang of the sea was in the strong fresh fresh air.
“Oh, but it’s good to (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)be alive and to(end superscript) be going home,” breathed Anne.
When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the open door shone the hearth fire, sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)autumn(end superscript) night. Anne ran (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)blithely(end superscript) up the hill and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table.
“So you’ve got back?” said Marilla, folding up her knitting.
PHOTO ANNOTATION
"the waves broke softly": Montgomery’s photograph on page 33 of the Red Scrapbook (Imagining Anne, p. 137). Montgomery added a moon in the processing of this cyanotype to create this night-time scene.
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