`` Oh , I do -- I do , '' exclaimed Leslie , with an eagerness which seemed to burst forth and beat down some restraint that had been imposed on it . `` Then I 'll come . Good-night -- Leslie . '' `` Good-night , Mrs. Blythe . '' Anne walked home in a brown study and poured out her tale to Gilbert . `` So Mrs. Dick Moore is n't one of the race that knows Joseph ? '' said Gilbert teasingly . `` No -- o -- o , not exactly . And yet -- I think she WAS one of them once , but has gone or got into exile , '' said Anne musingly . `` She is certainly very different from the other women about here . You ca n't talk about eggs and butter to HER . To think I 've been imagining her a second Mrs. Rachel Lynde ! Have you ever seen Dick Moore , Gilbert ? '' `` No . I 've seen several men working about the fields of the farm , but I do n't know which was Moore . '' `` She never mentioned him . I KNOW she is n't happy . '' `` From what you tell me I suppose she was married before she was old enough to know her own mind or heart , and found out too late that she had made a mistake . It 's a common tragedy enough , Anne . `` A fine woman would have made the best of it .
Mrs. XXXXX has evidently let it make her bitter and resentful . ''
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