Chapter 38
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unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft mingled hues and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne’s heart and she gratefully opened (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)the(end superscript) (begin superscript)gates(end superscript) (begin superscript)of(end superscript) her soul to it.
“Dear old world,” she murmured. “You are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you.”
Half-way down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a gate before the Blythe homestead. It was Gilbert, and the whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted his cap courteously but he would have passed on in silence if Anne had not stopped and held out her hand.
TEXT ANNOTATION
"The beauty of it all thrilled Anne's heart": Echoes of Chapter 2, when Anne saw all this beauty, and the Lake of Shining Waters, for the first time.