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He was brown-haired, brown-eyed and brown-skinned, with very rosy cheeks, and he was Susan's especial love. After his birth Anne had been very ill for a long time, and Susan "mothered" the baby with a passionate tenderness which none of the other children, dear as they were to her, had ever called out. Dr. Blythe had said that but for her he would never have lived.
Anne thought those Friday evening gypsyings over the autumnal hills in the crisp golden air, with the homelights of Avonlea twinkling beyond, were the best and dearest hours in the whole week. Gilbert Blythe nearly always walked with Ruby Gillis and carried her satchel for her.
So saying, the Slogger, turning round, walked quickly away, and his little friend entered the class-room in a state of mind pendulating between disgust and despair, for he had no expectation of seeing the slippery Slogger again that night. When the meeting was over, Miss Blythe returned home. I saw her enter the library. No one else was there, I knew.
At any rate it was a matter of no great importance. I pushed past the warehouse to take an up-town car. Blythe and I had agreed that an attempt would be made to relieve us of the map while we were carrying it from the safety-deposit vault to the ship. So far as we could see it was Bothwell's last chance to gain possession of the coveted chart, and he was not the man to leave a stone unturned.
Then when the lady went away, Innocent told me that she had wished to buy something from Briar Farm but that it was not to be sold." Robin listened attentively. "Curious!" he murmured "very curious! What was the lady's name?" "Lady Maude Blythe," repeated Priscilla, slowly. He took out a note-book and pencil, and wrote it down.
The colonel got up from his seat and walked round to where the sergeant stood, still erect and motionless. "Come, Rupert, old comrade, old friend," and he put his hand affectionately on the sergeant's shoulder. The muscles of the sergeant's face worked visibly. "It's no use, Blythe; I am dead to the world. I have no desire to rise."
If I did not view things in that light," the old lady explained, making elaborate motions with her lips for the distinct enunciation of every word, "I should consider that I was guilty of a sinful neglect of duty." "Well," said Fuller, "as to sinful. But drive on, Miss Blythe."
The tang of the sea spume, of the salt-laden spray was on our lips; the songs of youth were in our hearts. Every hour that I was not on duty, except those given to necessary sleep, I spent in the company of Evelyn Wallace. Usually her aunt was also present, and either Blythe or Yeager.
Every little fir tree in the long valley sang its own wild song to the harp of wind and frost. His children and the Blythe lads and lasses were coasting down the eastern slope and whizzing over the glassy pond. They were having a glorious time and their gay voices and gayer laughter echoed up and down the valley, dying away in elfin cadences among the trees.
I never breathed the thoct to ither mortal ear, but when they cam hame frae that summer in the North, she was na the blythe young thing she had been; and there was that in the wistfu' and hungered look o' her sweet een when she turned them whiles upon her father that made me think some ane he didna approve had won the innocent young heart." "Ah, well, Mrs.
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