The other was Frank West -- Leslie Moore 's father . By the way , has Leslie ever been over to call on you yet ? '' `` No , but I met her on the shore a few nights ago and we scraped an acquaintance , '' said Anne , pricking up her ears . Miss Cornelia nodded . `` I 'm glad , dearie . I was hoping you 'd foregather with her . What do you think of her ? '' `` I thought her very beautiful . '' `` Oh , of course . There was never anybody about Four Winds could touch her for looks . Did you ever see her hair ? It reaches to her feet when she lets it down . But I meant how did you like her ? '' `` I think I could like her very much if she 'd let me , '' said Anne slowly . `` But she would n't let you -- she pushed you off and kept you at arm 's length . Poor Leslie ! You would n't be much surprised if you knew what her life has been . It 's been a tragedy -- a tragedy ! '' repeated Miss Cornelia emphatically . `` I wish you would tell me all about her -- that is , if you can do so without betraying any confidence . ''
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