But it was the girl 's beauty which made Anne give a little gasp -- a beauty so marked that it must have attracted attention anywhere . She was hatless , but heavy braids of burnished hair , the hue of ripe wheat , were twisted about her head like a coronet ; her eyes were blue and star-like ; her figure , in its plain print gown , was magnificent ; and her lips were as crimson as the bunch of blood-red poppies she wore at her belt . `` Gilbert , who is the girl we have just passed ? '' asked Anne , in a low voice . `` I did n't notice any girl , '' said Gilbert , who had eyes only for his bride . `` She was standing by that gate -- no , do n't look back . She is still watching us . I never saw such a beautiful face . '' `` I do n't remember seeing any very handsome girls while I was here . There are some pretty girls up at the Glen , but I hardly think they could be called beautiful . '' `` This girl is . You ca n't have seen her , or you would remember her . Nobody could forget her . I never saw such a face except in pictures . And her hair ! It made me think of Browning 's ` cord of gold ' and ` gorgeous snake ' ! '' `` Probably she 's some visitor in Four Winds -- likely some one from that big summer hotel over the harbor . '' `` She wore a white apron and she was driving geese . '' `` She might do that for amusement . Look , Anne -- there 's our house . ''
XXXXX looked and forgot for a time the girl with the splendid , resentful eyes .
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