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But you needn't try to make us believe you can chloroform a cat, laughed Anne. It was all the fault of the knothole, protested Phil. It was a good thing the knothole was there, said Aunt Jamesina rath...
But the way girls roam over the earth now is something terrible. It always makes me think of Satan in the Book of Job, going to and fro and walking up and down.
But oughtn't we to be prepared for the best too? It's just as likely to happen as the worst.
But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.
But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it'...
But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress — because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while…
Aunt Elizabeth, said Katherine one day, does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn't seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.
At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.
Anyhow, we've decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it.
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold,...
Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that someone is afraid of something.
A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one...
A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seri...
When you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth while
What is to be thanked for this. I did
To hike along a deep-rutted, pebbly lane in frail, silver-hued slippers with high French heels, is not an exhilirating experience.
The dark is your friend, isn’t it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy . . . and it glowers in at you resentfully.
She drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faint...
Relish.