She had offered friendship frankly but it had not been accepted very graciously , if it had not been absolutely repelled . In silence they climbed the cliffs and walked across a pasture-field of which the feathery , bleached , wild grasses were like a carpet of creamy velvet in the moonlight . When they reached the shore lane Leslie turned . `` I go this way , Mrs. Blythe . You will come over and see me some time , wo n't you ? '' Anne felt as if the invitation had been thrown at her . She got the impression that Leslie Moore gave it reluctantly . `` I will come if you really want me to , '' she said a little coldly . `` 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 , XXXXX ? ''
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