Forlag Arcturus Publishing Ltd
Utgivelsesår 2017
Format Hardcover
ISBN13 9781788282673
Språk Engelsk
Sider 352
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketThey went quietly, silently, lovingly home together, with the sunset glory burning on the old hills behind them and their old unforgotten love burning in their hearts.
"Yes, it's lovely to think of going home and yet I'm sad to leave Green Gables, too. It's so beautiful here . . . with Marilla . . . and you. Our friendship has always been a very lovely thing, Diana."
"Yes . . . and we've always . . . I mean . . . I never could say things like you, Anne . . . but we have kept our old 'solemn vow and promise,' haven't we?"
"Always . . . and always will."
Anne's hand found its way into Diana's. They sat for a long time in a silence too sweet for words. Long, still evening shadows fell over the grasses and the flowers and the green reaches of the meadows beyond. The sun went down . . . grey-pink shades of sky deepened and paled behind the pensive trees . . . the spring twilight took possession of Hester Gray's garden where nobody ever walked now. Robins were sprinkling the evening air with flute-like whistles. A great star came out over the white cherry trees.
She stooped repentantly, gloatingly over them. They were still hers . . . wholly hers, to mother and love and protect. They still came to her with every love and grief of their little hearts. For a few years longer they would be hers . . . and then? Anne shivered. Motherhood was very sweet . . . but very terrible.
"I wonder what life holds for them," she whispered.
"At least, let's hope and trust they'll each get as good a husband as their mother got," said Gilbert teasingly.
'My foolish dear ... my dear foolish dear, don't say that. An imagination is a wonderful thing to have ... but like every gift, we must possess it and not let it possess us. You take your imaginings a wee bit too seriously. Oh, it's delightful ... I know that rapture. But you must learn to keep on this side of the borderline between the real and the unreal. Then the power to escape at will into a beautiful world of your own will help you amazingly through the hard places of life. I can always solve a problem more easily after l've had a voyage or two to the Island of Enchantment.'
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