Anne turned at its end to wave her last good-bye . She was gone -- Green Gables was her home no more ; Marilla 's face looked very gray and old as she turned to the house which Anne had filled for fourteen years , and even in her absence , with light and life . But Diana and her small fry , the Echo Lodge people and the Allans , had stayed to help the two old ladies over the loneliness of the first evening ; and they contrived to have a quietly pleasant little supper time , sitting long around the table and chatting over all the details of the day . While they were sitting there Anne and Gilbert were alighting from the train at Glen St. Mary . CHAPTER 5 THE HOME COMING Dr. David Blythe had sent his horse and buggy to meet them , and the urchin who had brought it slipped away with a sympathetic grin , leaving them to the delight of driving alone to their new home through the radiant evening . Anne never forgot the loveliness of the view that broke upon them when they had driven over the hill behind the village . Her new home could not yet be seen ; but before her lay Four Winds Harbor like a great , shining mirror of rose and silver . Far down , she saw its entrance between the bar of sand dunes on one side and a steep , high , grim , red sandstone cliff on the other . Beyond the bar the sea , calm and austere , dreamed in the afterlight . The little fishing village , nestled in the cove where the sand-dunes met the harbor shore , looked like a great opal in the haze . The sky over them was like a jewelled cup from which the dusk was pouring ; the air was crisp with the compelling tang of the sea , and the whole landscape was infused with the subtleties of a sea evening . A few dim sails drifted along the darkening , fir-clad harbor shores . A bell was ringing from the tower of a little white church on the far side ; mellowly and dreamily sweet , the chime floated across the water blent with the moan of the sea . The great revolving light on the cliff at the channel flashed warm and golden against the clear northern sky , a trembling , quivering star of good hope . Far out along the horizon was the crinkled gray ribbon of a passing steamer 's smoke . `` Oh , beautiful , beautiful , '' murmured Anne . `` I shall love Four Winds , Gilbert . Where is our house ? '' `` We ca n't see it yet -- the belt of birch running up from that little cove hides it . It 's about two miles from Glen St. Mary , and there 's another mile between it and the light-house .
We wo n't have many neighbors , XXXXX .
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