Anne of the Island eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about Anne of the Island.

Anne of the Island eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about Anne of the Island.

“You really can’t blame her when you think of the tremendous Andrews connection who had to be invited.  The house could hardly hold them all.  I was only bidden by grace of being Jane’s old chum—­at least on Jane’s part.  I think Mrs. Harmon’s motive for inviting me was to let me see Jane’s surpassing gorgeousness.”

“Is it true that she wore so many diamonds that you couldn’t tell where the diamonds left off and Jane began?”

Anne laughed.

“She certainly wore a good many.  What with all the diamonds and white satin and tulle and lace and roses and orange blossoms, prim little Jane was almost lost to sight.  But she was very happy, and so was Mr. Inglis—­and so was Mrs. Harmon.”

“Is that the dress you’re going to wear tonight?” asked Gilbert, looking down at the fluffs and frills.

“Yes.  Isn’t it pretty?  And I shall wear starflowers in my hair.  The Haunted Wood is full of them this summer.”

Gilbert had a sudden vision of Anne, arrayed in a frilly green gown, with the virginal curves of arms and throat slipping out of it, and white stars shining against the coils of her ruddy hair.  The vision made him catch his breath.  But he turned lightly away.

“Well, I’ll be up tomorrow.  Hope you’ll have a nice time tonight.”

Anne looked after him as he strode away, and sighed.  Gilbert was friendly—­very friendly—­far too friendly.  He had come quite often to Green Gables after his recovery, and something of their old comradeship had returned.  But Anne no longer found it satisfying.  The rose of love made the blossom of friendship pale and scentless by contrast.  And Anne had again begun to doubt if Gilbert now felt anything for her but friendship.  In the common light of common day her radiant certainty of that rapt morning had faded.  She was haunted by a miserable fear that her mistake could never be rectified.  It was quite likely that it was Christine whom Gilbert loved after all.  Perhaps he was even engaged to her.  Anne tried to put all unsettling hopes out of her heart, and reconcile herself to a future where work and ambition must take the place of love.  She could do good, if not noble, work as a teacher; and the success her little sketches were beginning to meet with in certain editorial sanctums augured well for her budding literary dreams.  But—­but—­Anne picked up her green dress and sighed again.

When Gilbert came the next afternoon he found Anne waiting for him, fresh as the dawn and fair as a star, after all the gaiety of the preceding night.  She wore a green dress—­not the one she had worn to the wedding, but an old one which Gilbert had told her at a Redmond reception he liked especially.  It was just the shade of green that brought out the rich tints of her hair, and the starry gray of her eyes and the iris-like delicacy of her skin.  Gilbert, glancing at her sideways as they walked along a shadowy woodpath, thought she had never looked so lovely.  Anne, glancing sideways at Gilbert, now and then, thought how much older he looked since his illness.  It was as if he had put boyhood behind him forever.

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