L.M. Montgomery Quote

I hate this war, said Rilla bitterly, as she gazed out into the maple grove that was a chill glory of pink and gold in the winter sunset. Nineteen-fourteen has gone, said Dr. Blythe on New Year's Day. Its sun, which rose fairly, has set in blood. What will nineteen-fifteen bring? Victory! said Susan, for once laconic.

L.M. Montgomery

I hate this war, said Rilla bitterly, as she gazed out into the maple grove that was a chill glory of pink and gold in the winter sunset. Nineteen-fourteen has gone, said Dr. Blythe on New Year's Day. Its sun, which rose fairly, has set in blood. What will nineteen-fifteen bring? Victory! said Susan, for once laconic.

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