And then the petty jealousy of these small prunes-and-prisms places — if you do anything the people you went to school with can’t do some of them will never forgive you.
Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across.
Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking—dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes—melting, musical, sympathetic voice—yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He co...
Anne rose from her knees and crept downstairs. The freshness of the rain-wind blew against her white face as she went out into the yard, and cooled her dry, burning eyes. A merry rollicking whistle wa...
Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into innocent italics when occasion required. What
Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.
Anne was kneeling at the west gable window watching the sunset sky that was like a great flower with petals of crocus and a heart of fiery yellow.
Anne was sitting on the steps, her hands clasped over her knee, looking, in the kind dusk, as girlish as a mother of many has any right to be; and the beautiful gray-green eyes, gazing down the harbou...
Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloo...
Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.
Anne, said Leslie, breaking abruptly a short silence, you don’t know how GOOD it is to be sitting here with you again — working — and talking — and being silent together.
Anne: But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice.Marilla: I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones.
Anyone who has sympathy and understanding to give has a treasure that is without money and without price.
At life's banquet of success I may not be the guest of honor, but I'll be among those present.
At that moment Marilla had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced her very heart she realized what Anne had come to mean to her. She would have admitted that she liked Anne--nay, that s...
Aunt Elizabeth came in. Emily, the rock-crystal goblet! Your Grandmother Murray’s goblet! And you have broken it! No, really. Aunty dear, I didn’t. Mr. Greaves — Mr. Mark Delage Greaves did it. He thr...
Aunt Wellington, of whom Valancy stood in abject awe, would tell her about Olive's new chiffon dress and Cecil's last devoted letter. Valancy would have to look as pleased and interested as if the dre...
Babies are such fascinating creatures, said Anne dreamily. They are what I heard somebody at Redmond call, 'terrific bundles of potentialities.'...
Because I simply couldn't make up my mind to do it. I never can make up my mind about anything myself—I'm always afflicted with indecision. Just as soon as I decide to do something I feel in my bones...
Before this war is over,' [Walter] said - or something said through his lips - 'every man and woman and child in Canada will feel it - you, Mary, will feel it - feel it to your heart's core. You will...
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