Charitable Impulse XXV. Another Scandal and Another Explanation XXVI. Miss Cornelia Gets a New Point of View XXVII. A Sacred Concert XXVIII. A Fast Day XXIX. A Weird Tale
Cornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet more people referred to her as Miss
Dearly beloved, said Peter, my sermon is about the bad place—in short, about hell. An electric shock seemed to run through the audience. Everybody looked suddenly alert. Peter had, in one sentence, do...
Diana couldn't be improved upon even by imagination.
Didn't
Do you know what I think about the new moon, teacher? I think it is a little golden boat full of dreams. And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep.
Do you know what? I think the evening star is a lighthouse on the land where the fairies dwell.
Do you never imagine things different from what they really are? asked Anne wide-eyed.No.Oh! Anne drew a long breath. Oh, Miss--Marilla, how much you miss!
Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.
Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of
Don't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this?
Don't you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant? Oh, yes, lots of them—over yonder, said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harb...
Dorrie dear, smooth that pucker out.
Doss dear, said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water. Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick? parried Valancy.
Dreams don’t often come true, do they? Wouldn’t it be nice if they did?
Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I
Emily's convalescence was rather slow. Physically she recovered with normal celerity but a certain spiritual and emotional languor persisted for a time. One cannot go down to the depths of hidden thi...
Emily, thus dashed to earth, moved back to her seat in a daze. Her smitten cheek was crimson, but the wound was in her heart. One moment ago in the seventh heaven--and now this--pain, humiliation, mis...
Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy—happiness—sorrow—fear—every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were...
Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.
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