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 XXXXX waiting for him , fresh as the dawn and fair as a star , after all the gaiety of the preceding night .
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