I -- I love it , too . '' She spoke , as she looked , shyly , yet eagerly . Anne had an odd impression that this strange girl -- the word `` girl '' would persist -- could say a good deal if she chose . `` I often come to the shore , '' she added . `` So do I , '' said Anne . `` It 's a wonder we have n't met here before . '' `` Probably you come earlier in the evening than I do . It is generally late -- almost dark -- when I come . And I love to come just after a storm -- like this . I do n't like the sea so well when it 's calm and quiet . I like the struggle -- and the crash -- and the noise . '' `` I love it in all its moods , '' declared Anne . `` The sea at Four Winds is to me what Lover 's Lane was at home . Tonight it seemed so free -- so untamed -- something broke loose in me , too , out of sympathy . That was why I danced along the shore in that wild way . I did n't suppose anybody was looking , of course . If Miss Cornelia Bryant had seen me she would have forboded a gloomy prospect for poor young Dr. Blythe . '' `` You know Miss Cornelia ? '' said Leslie , laughing . She had an exquisite laugh ; it bubbled up suddenly and unexpectedly with something of the delicious quality of a baby 's .
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