I 'm going to shut my eyes tight . I 'm always afraid going over bridges . I ca n't help imagining that perhaps just as we get to the middle , they 'll crumple up like a jack-knife and nip us . So I shut my eyes . But I always have to open them for all when I think we 're getting near the middle . Because , you see , if the bridge DID crumple up I 'd want to SEE it crumple . What a jolly rumble it makes ! I always like the rumble part of it . Is n't it splendid there are so many things to like in this world ? There we 're over . Now I 'll look back . Good night , dear Lake of Shining Waters . I always say good night to the things I love , just as I would to people . I think they like it . That water looks as if it was smiling at me . '' When they had driven up the further hill and around a corner Matthew said : `` We 're pretty near home now . That 's Green Gables over -- '' `` Oh , do n't tell me , '' she interrupted breathlessly , catching at his partially raised arm and shutting her eyes that she might not see his gesture . `` Let me guess . I 'm sure I 'll guess right . '' She opened her eyes and looked about her .
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