Well , I am going to ask a favor of you . I would like to go and see Miss Lavendar if she will let me . Will you ask her if I may come ? '' Would she not ? Oh , indeed she would ! Yes , this was romance , the very , the real thing , with all the charm of rhyme and story and dream . It was a little belated , perhaps , like a rose blooming in October which should have bloomed in June ; but none the less a rose , all sweetness and fragrance , with the gleam of gold in its heart . Never did Anne 's feet bear her on a more willing errand than on that walk through the beechwoods to Grafton the next morning . She found Miss Lavendar in the garden . Anne was fearfully excited . Her hands grew cold and her voice trembled . `` Miss Lavendar , I have something to tell you ... something very important . Can you guess what it is ? '' Anne never supposed that Miss Lavendar could GUESS ; but Miss Lavendar 's face grew very pale and Miss Lavendar said in a quiet , still voice , from which all the color and sparkle that Miss Lavendar 's voice usually suggested had faded . `` Stephen Irving is home ? '' `` How did you know ? Who told you ? '' cried Anne disappointedly , vexed that her great revelation had been anticipated . `` Nobody . I knew that must be it , just from the way you spoke . ''
`` He wants to come and see you , '' said XXXXX .
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