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Updated: June 21, 2025
She added my concern for her illness to my regret about the excursion, and thought me more disappointed than I really was. Then she declared she would go in spite of her headache... unless I went." The gloom which had overspread Lynde's countenance vanished.
There was not a cloud in the tender blue sky against which the reddish obelisk of Luxor looked like a column of jet; the fountains were playing in the Place de la Concorde, and in the Tuileries gardens beyond the breeze dreamily stirred the foliage which hid from Lynde's view the gray facade of the gutted palace, still standing there, calcined and cracked by the fires of the Commune.
"There is a little risk certainly, but I don't think there is a great one. Anyhow, the attempt must be made," said Alan quietly. Suddenly Lynde's composure forsook her. She wrung her hands. "I can't let you do it," she cried wildly. "You might be drowned there's every risk. You don't know the force of that backwater. Alan, Alan, don't think of it."
Behind her was Lynde's pale face with its alarmed questioning eyes. "Where is the Captain?" gasped Alan. "There's a vessel on Philip's Point and one man at least on her." "The Captain's away on a cruise," said Emily blankly. "He went three days ago." "Then nothing can be done," said Alan despairingly. "It will be dark long before I can get to the village."
The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice. "The nicest I ever drank," said Diana. "It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's, although she brags of hers so much. It doesn't taste a bit like hers." "I should think Marilla's raspberry cordial would prob'ly be much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's," said Anne loyally. "Marilla is a famous cook.
A score of wild questions rushed to his lips but he crushed them back for Lynde's sake and held out his hand. "Good-bye, dear," he said almost steadily, daring to say no more lest he should say too much. "Good-bye," Lynde answered faintly. When he had gone she flung herself down on the moss by the spring and lay there in an utter abandonment of misery and desolation.
Anne wished herself back at Patty's Place, where there was always somebody else about to take the edge off a delicate situation. At Green Gables Marilla went promptly to Mrs. Lynde's domain when Gilbert came and insisted on taking the twins with her. The significance of this was unmistakable and Anne was in a helpless fury over it. Davy, however, was perfectly happy.
But do let me have your carriage called," and again he hurried himself into his overcoat and hat, and ran down-stairs, and the barker a third time sent forth his lamentable cries in summons of Miss Lynde's carriage.
"Mother loved flowers and I always keep them near her when I can. You may come with me if you like." Alan had known Lynde's mother was buried under the pines but he had never visited the spot before. The grave was at the westernmost end of the pine wood, where it gave out on the lake, a beautiful spot, given over to silence and shadow.
"I have some news for you, Lynde," Alan said. "Has he has he come to himself?" she whispered. "Yes, he has come to himself. Lynde, he is not Frank Harmon he is his twin brother. He says Frank Harmon was killed three years ago in the China seas." For a moment Lynde's great grey eyes stared into Alan's, questioning.
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