She is still watching us . I never saw such a beautiful face . '' `` I do n't remember seeing any very handsome girls while I was here . There are some pretty girls up at the Glen , but I hardly think they could be called beautiful . '' `` This girl is . You ca n't have seen her , or you would remember her . Nobody could forget her . I never saw such a face except in pictures . And her hair ! It made me think of Browning 's ` cord of gold ' and ` gorgeous snake ' ! '' `` Probably she 's some visitor in Four Winds -- likely some one from that big summer hotel over the harbor . '' `` She wore a white apron and she was driving geese . '' `` She might do that for amusement . Look , Anne -- there 's our house . '' Anne looked and forgot for a time the girl with the splendid , resentful eyes . The first glimpse of her new home was a delight to eye and spirit -- it looked so like a big , creamy seashell stranded on the harbor shore . The rows of tall Lombardy poplars down its lane stood out in stately , purple silhouette against the sky . Behind it , sheltering its garden from the too keen breath of sea winds , was a cloudy fir wood , in which the winds might make all kinds of weird and haunting music . Like all woods , it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses , -- secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking . Outwardly , dark green arms keep them inviolate from curious or indifferent eyes .
The night winds were beginning their wild dances beyond the bar and the fishing hamlet across the harbor was gemmed with lights as XXXXX and Gilbert drove up the poplar lane .
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