`` And did you notice his ears and his teeth , Mrs. Doctor , dear ? '' queried Susan later on . `` He has got the nicest-shaped ears I ever saw on a man 's head . I am choice about ears . When I was young I was scared that I might have to marry a man with ears like flaps . But I need not have worried , for never a chance did I have with any kind of ears . '' Anne had not noticed Owen Ford 's ears , but she did see his teeth , as his lips parted over them in a frank and friendly smile . Unsmiling , his face was rather sad and absent in expression , not unlike the melancholy , inscrutable hero of Anne 's own early dreams ; but mirth and humor and charm lighted it up when he smiled . Certainly , on the outside , as Miss Cornelia said , Owen Ford was a very presentable fellow . `` You can not realise how delighted I am to be here , Mrs. Blythe , '' he said , looking around him with eager , interested eyes . `` I have an odd feeling of coming home . My mother was born and spent her childhood here , you know . She used to talk a great deal to me of her old home . I know the geography of it as well as of the one I lived in , and , of course , she told me the story of the building of the house , and of my grandfather 's agonised watch for the Royal William . I had thought that so old a house must have vanished years ago , or I should have come to see it before this . '' `` Old houses do n't vanish easily on this enchanted coast , '' smiled Anne . `` This is a ` land where all things always seem the same ' -- nearly always , at least . John Selwyn 's house has n't even been much changed , and outside the rose-bushes your grandfather planted for his bride are blooming this very minute . '' `` How the thought links me with them ! With your leave I must explore the whole place soon . ''
`` Our latch-string will always be out for you , '' promised XXXXX .
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