Its haunting murmur was ever in her ears . Vessels sailed up the harbor every day to the wharf at the Glen , or sailed out again through the sunset , bound for ports that might be half way round the globe . Fishing boats went white-winged down the channel in the mornings , and returned laden in the evenings . Sailors and fisher-folk travelled the red , winding harbor roads , light-hearted and content . There was always a certain sense of things going to happen -- of adventures and farings-forth . The ways of Four Winds were less staid and settled and grooved than those of Avonlea ; winds of change blew over them ; the sea called ever to the dwellers on shore , and even those who might not answer its call felt the thrill and unrest and mystery and possibilities of it . `` I understand now why some men must go to sea , '' said Anne . `` That desire which comes to us all at times -- ` to sail beyond the bourne of sunset ' -- must be very imperious when it is born in you . I do n't wonder Captain Jim ran away because of it . I never see a ship sailing out of the channel , or a gull soaring over the sand-bar , without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings , not like a dove ` to fly away and be at rest , ' but like a gull , to sweep out into the very heart of a storm . '' `` You 'll stay right here with me , Anne-girl , '' said Gilbert lazily . `` I wo n't have you flying away from me into the hearts of storms . '' They were sitting on their red sand-stone doorstep in the late afternoon . Great tranquillities were all about them in land and sea and sky . Silvery gulls were soaring over them . The horizons were laced with long trails of frail , pinkish clouds . The hushed air was threaded with a murmurous refrain of minstrel winds and waves . Pale asters were blowing in the sere and misty meadows between them and the harbor . `` Doctors who have to be up all night waiting on sick folk do n't feel very adventurous , I suppose , '' Anne said indulgently . `` If you had had a good sleep last night , Gilbert , you 'd be as ready as I am for a flight of imagination . ''
`` I did good work last XXXXX , Anne , '' said Gilbert quietly .
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