`` Where did you meet him ? '' asked Georgie . I hastily reviewed my past . There was only one place to locate Cecil Fenwick . The only time I had ever been far enough away from Avonlea in my life was when I was eighteen and had gone to visit an aunt in New Brunswick . `` In Blakely , New Brunswick , '' I said , almost believing that I had when I saw how they all took it in unsuspectingly . `` I was just eighteen and he was twenty-three . '' `` What did he look like ? '' Susette wanted to know . `` Oh , he was very handsome . '' I proceeded glibly to sketch my ideal . To tell the dreadful truth , I was enjoying myself ; I could see respect dawning in those girls ' eyes , and I knew that I had forever thrown off my reproach . Henceforth I should be a woman with a romantic past , faithful to the one love of her life -- a very , very different thing from an old maid who had never had a lover . `` He was tall and dark , with lovely , curly black hair and brilliant , piercing eyes . He had a splendid chin , and a fine nose , and the most fascinating smile ! '' `` What was he ? '' asked Maggie . `` A young lawyer , '' I said , my choice of profession decided by an enlarged crayon portrait of Mary Gillespie 's deceased brother on an easel before me . He had been a lawyer . `` Why did n't you marry him ? ''
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