Mr. Irving rose and went to the window , looking out on a great , golden , billowing sea where a wild wind was harping . For a few moments there was silence in the little dark-walled room . Then he turned and looked down into Anne 's sympathetic face with a smile , half-whimsical , half-tender . `` I wonder how much you know , '' he said . `` I know all about it , '' replied Anne promptly . `` You see , '' she explained hastily , `` Miss Lavendar and I are very intimate . She would n't tell things of such a sacred nature to everybody . We are kindred spirits . '' `` Yes , I believe you are . Well , I am going to ask a favor of you . I would like to go and see Miss Lavendar if she will let me . Will you ask her if I may come ? '' Would she not ? Oh , indeed she would ! Yes , this was romance , the very , the real thing , with all the charm of rhyme and story and dream . It was a little belated , perhaps , like a rose blooming in October which should have bloomed in June ; but none the less a rose , all sweetness and fragrance , with the gleam of gold in its heart . Never did Anne 's feet bear her on a more willing errand than on that walk through the beechwoods to Grafton the next morning . She found Miss Lavendar in the garden . Anne was fearfully excited . Her hands grew cold and her voice trembled .
`` Miss XXXXX , I have something to tell you ... something very important .
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