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I am invited to have supper tomorrow night with a lady of Summerside. I know you won't believe me, Gilbert, when I tell you her name is Tomgallon… Miss Minerva Tomgallon. You'll say I've been reading Dickens to long and to late.
Dearest, aren't you glad your name is Blythe? I am sure I could never marry you if your name was Tomgallon. Fancy… Anne Tomgallon! No, you can't fancy it.
Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!