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Previously: Anne of Avonlea. She’s in college now. She has weird-ass friends. This post was brought to you by A Misandrist.

“We are going for a walk in the park. I ought to stay in and finish my blouse. But I couldn’t sew on a day like this. There’s something in the air that gets into my blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I’d sew a crooked seam. So it’s ho for the park and the pines.”

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“You’ll always keep a corner for me, won’t you, Di darling? Not the spare room, of course–old maids can’t aspire to spare rooms, and I shall be as ‘umble as Uriah Heep, and quite content with a little over-the-porch or off-the-parlor cubby hole.”


“You remember what a consuming desire I had to sleep in a spare room bed–but not the Green Gables spare room. Oh, no, never there! It would have been too terrible–I couldn’t have slept a wink from awe.”

“There was one especially horrifying phantom which we created–the ghost of the murdered child that crept up behind you and laid cold fingers on yours. I confess that, to this day, I cannot help fancying its little, furtive footsteps behind me when I come here after nightfall. I’m not afraid of the White Lady or the headless man or the skeletons, but I wish I had never imagined that baby’s ghost into existence.”


 “The silence here is like a prayer, isn’t it? How I love the pines! They seem to strike their roots deep into the romance of all the ages. It is so comforting to creep away now and then for a good talk with them. I always feel so happy out here.”


“How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead. Ruby is the first of our schoolmates to go. One by one, sooner or later, all the rest of us must follow.”


“What do you think a mother would feel like if she found her child tattooed over with a baking powder advertisement? I feel just the same.”



“Anne, this is certainly your night for looking handsome. Nine nights out of ten I can easily outshine you. The tenth you blossom out suddenly into something that eclipses me altogether. How do you manage it?”



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