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Tonight, I will be continuing the story, Anne of Green Gables. So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story. Chapter 29, an epoch in Anne's life.

Anne was bringing the cows home from the back pasture by wave-levers lane.

It was a September evening, and all the gaps and clearings in the

woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it,

but for the most part, it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the

firs were filled with a clear violet dusk like airy wine.

The winds were out in their tops, and there's no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind

makes in the fir trees at evening. The cows swung placidly down the lane, and Anne followed them dreamily, repeating aloud

the Battle Canto from Marmion, which had also been part of their English course the preceding

winter, and which Miss Stacy had made them learn off by heart, and exulting in its rushing

lines in the clash of spears in its imagery.

When she came to the lines, the stubborn spearsmen still made good, their dark, impenetrable wood.

She stopped in ecstasy to shut her eyes that she might, the better fancy herself one of that heroic ring.

When she opened them again, it was to behold Diana coming through the gate that led into

the Barry Field, and looking so important, that Anne instantly divined there was news to be

told.

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