I do n't like the sea so well when it 's calm and quiet . I like the struggle -- and the crash -- and the noise . '' `` I love it in all its moods , '' declared Anne . `` The sea at Four Winds is to me what Lover 's Lane was at home . Tonight it seemed so free -- so untamed -- something broke loose in me , too , out of sympathy . That was why I danced along the shore in that wild way . I did n't suppose anybody was looking , of course . If Miss Cornelia Bryant had seen me she would have forboded a gloomy prospect for poor young Dr. Blythe . '' `` You know Miss Cornelia ? '' said Leslie , laughing . She had an exquisite laugh ; it bubbled up suddenly and unexpectedly with something of the delicious quality of a baby 's . Anne laughed , too . `` Oh , yes . She has been down to my house of dreams several times . '' `` Your house of dreams ? '' `` Oh , that 's a dear , foolish little name Gilbert and I have for our home . We just call it that between ourselves . It slipped out before I thought . '' `` So Miss Russell 's little white house is YOUR house of dreams , '' said Leslie wonderingly . '' I had a house of dreams once -- but it was a palace , '' she added , with a laugh , the sweetness of which was marred by a little note of derision .
`` Oh , I once dreamed of a palace , too , '' said XXXXX .
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