Even in the twilight Anne could see the sudden whiteness that swept over her beautiful face , blotting out the crimson of lip and cheeks . Owen came forward , eagerly , blind for a moment to Anne . `` Leslie ! '' he said , holding out his hand . It was the first time he had ever called her by her name ; but the hand Leslie gave him was cold ; and she was very quiet all the evening , while Anne and Gilbert and Owen laughed and talked together . Before his call ended she excused herself and went upstairs . Owen 's gay spirits flagged and he went away soon after with a downcast air . Gilbert looked at Anne . `` Anne , what are you up to ? There 's something going on that I do n't understand . The whole air here tonight has been charged with electricity . Leslie sits like the muse of tragedy ; Owen Ford jokes and laughs on the surface , and watches Leslie with the eyes of his soul . You seem all the time to be bursting with some suppressed excitement . Own up . What secret have you been keeping from your deceived husband ? '' `` Do n't be a goose , Gilbert , '' was Anne 's conjugal reply . `` As for Leslie , she is absurd and I 'm going up to tell her so . '' Anne found Leslie at the dormer window of her room . The little place was filled with the rhythmic thunder of the sea . Leslie sat with locked hands in the misty moonshine -- a beautiful , accusing presence .
`` Anne , '' she said XXXXX a low , reproachful voice , `` did you know Owen Ford was coming to Four Winds ? ''
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