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 , '' Anne exclaimed , delightedly sending her far gaze across the tossing waters from the top of the cliff where she stood . Presently she scrambled down the steep path to the little cove below , where she seemed shut in with rocks and sea and sky . `` I 'm going to dance and sing , '' she said . `` There 's no one here to see me -- the seagulls wo n't carry tales of the matter . I may be as crazy as I like . '' She caught up her skirt and pirouetted along the hard strip of sand just out of reach of the waves that almost lapped her feet with their spent foam . Whirling round and round , laughing like a child , she reached the little headland that ran out to the east of the cove ; then she stopped suddenly , blushing crimson ; she was not alone ; there had been a witness to her dance and laughter . The girl of the golden hair and sea-blue eyes was sitting on a boulder of the headland , half-hidden by a jutting rock .
She was looking straight at XXXXX with a strange expression -- part wonder , part sympathy , part -- could it be ?
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