But he would never know that she loved him -- he would go away from this life thinking that she did not care . Oh , the black years of emptiness stretching before her ! She could not live through them -- she could not ! She cowered down by her window and wished , for the first time in her gay young life , that she could die , too . If Gilbert went away from her , without one word or sign or message , she could not live . Nothing was of any value without him . She belonged to him and he to her . In her hour of supreme agony she had no doubt of that . He did not love Christine Stuart -- never had loved Christine Stuart . Oh , what a fool she had been not to realize what the bond was that had held her to Gilbert -- to think that the flattered fancy she had felt for Roy Gardner had been love . And now she must pay for her folly as for a crime . Mrs. Lynde and Marilla crept to her door before they went to bed , shook their heads doubtfully at each other over the silence , and went away . The storm raged all night , but when the dawn came it was spent . Anne saw a fairy fringe of light on the skirts of darkness . Soon the eastern hilltops had a fire-shot ruby rim . The clouds rolled themselves away into great , soft , white masses on the horizon ; the sky gleamed blue and silvery . A hush fell over the world . Anne rose from her knees and crept downstairs . The freshness of the rain-wind blew against her white face as she went out into the yard , and cooled her dry , burning eyes . A merry rollicking whistle was lilting up the lane .
A moment later Pacifique Buote came XXXXX sight .
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