Beyond her , it smote upon and incarnadined the shining , white , grassless faces of the sand dunes . To the right , it fell on the old house among the willows up the brook , and gave it for a fleeting space casements more splendid than those of an old cathedral . They glowed out of its quiet and grayness like the throbbing , blood-red thoughts of a vivid soul imprisoned in a dull husk of environment . `` That old house up the brook always seems so lonely , '' said Anne . `` I never see visitors there . Of course , its lane opens on the upper road -- but I do n't think there 's much coming and going . It seems odd we 've never met the Moores yet , when they live within fifteen minutes ' walk of us . I may have seen them in church , of course , but if so I did n't know them . I 'm sorry they are so unsociable , when they are our only near neighbors . '' `` Evidently they do n't belong to the race that knows Joseph , '' laughed Gilbert . `` Have you ever found out who that girl was whom you thought so beautiful ? '' `` No . Somehow I have never remembered to ask about her . But I 've never seen her anywhere , so I suppose she must have been a stranger . Oh , the sun has just vanished -- and there 's the light . '' As the dusk deepened , the great beacon cut swathes of light through it , sweeping in a circle over the fields and the harbor , the sandbar and the gulf . `` I feel as if it might catch me and whisk me leagues out to sea , '' said Anne , as one drenched them with radiance ; and she felt rather relieved when they got so near the Point that they were inside the range of those dazzling , recurrent flashes . As they turned into the little lane that led across the fields to the Point they met a man coming out of it -- a man of such extraordinary appearance that for a moment they both frankly stared . He was a decidedly fine-looking person-tall , broad-shouldered , well-featured , with a Roman nose and frank gray eyes ; he was dressed in a prosperous farmer 's Sunday best ; in so far he might have been any inhabitant of Four Winds or the Glen . But , flowing over his breast nearly to his knees , was a river of crinkly brown beard ; and adown his back , beneath his commonplace felt hat , was a corresponding cascade of thick , wavy , brown hair .
`` Anne , '' murmured XXXXX , when they were out of earshot , `` you did n't put what Uncle Dave calls ' a little of the Scott Act ' in that lemonade you gave me just before we left home , did you ? ''
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