One of the men of Peter Gautier 's boat made a nasty remark about some girl along the shore . Captain Jim fairly scorched the wretched fellow with the lightning of his eyes . He seemed a man transformed . He did n't say much -- but the way he said it ! You 'd have thought it would strip the flesh from the fellow 's bones . I understand that Captain Jim will never allow a word against any woman to be said in his presence . '' `` I wonder why he never married , '' said Anne . `` He should have sons with their ships at sea now , and grandchildren climbing over him to hear his stories -- he 's that kind of a man . Instead , he has nothing but a magnificent cat . '' But Anne was mistaken . Captain Jim had more than that . He had a memory . CHAPTER 10 LESLIE MOORE `` I 'm going for a walk to the outside shore tonight , '' Anne told Gog and Magog one October evening . There was no one else to tell , for Gilbert had gone over the harbor . Anne had her little domain in the speckless order one would expect of anyone brought up by Marilla Cuthbert , and felt that she could gad shoreward with a clear conscience . Many and delightful had been her shore rambles , sometimes with Gilbert , sometimes with Captain Jim , sometimes alone with her own thoughts and new , poignantly-sweet dreams that were beginning to span life with their rainbows . She loved the gentle , misty harbor shore and the silvery , wind-haunted sand shore , but best of all she loved the rock shore , with its cliffs and caves and piles of surf-worn boulders , and its coves where the pebbles glittered under the pools ; and it was to this shore she hied herself tonight . There had been an autumn storm of wind and rain , lasting for three days . Thunderous had been the crash of billows on the rocks , wild the white spray and spume that blew over the bar , troubled and misty and tempest-torn the erstwhile blue peace of Four Winds Harbor . Now it was over , and the shore lay clean-washed after the storm ; not a wind stirred , but there was still a fine surf on , dashing on sand and rock in a splendid white turmoil -- the only restless thing in the great , pervading stillness and peace .
`` Oh , this is a moment worth living through weeks of storm and stress for , '' XXXXX exclaimed , delightedly sending her far gaze across the tossing waters from the top of the cliff where she stood .
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