He 's got the Blythe constitution in his favor , that 's what . '' Anne gently put Mrs. Lynde 's arms away from her , walked blindly across the kitchen , through the hall , up the stairs to her old room . At its window she knelt down , staring out unseeingly . It was very dark . The rain was beating down over the shivering fields . The Haunted Woods was full of the groans of mighty trees wrung in the tempest , and the air throbbed with the thunderous crash of billows on the distant shore . And Gilbert was dying ! There is a book of Revelation in every one 's life , as there is in the Bible . Anne read hers that bitter night , as she kept her agonized vigil through the hours of storm and darkness . She loved Gilbert -- had always loved him ! She knew that now . She knew that she could no more cast him out of her life without agony than she could have cut off her right hand and cast it from her . And the knowledge had come too late -- too late even for the bitter solace of being with him at the last . If she had not been so blind -- so foolish -- she would have had the right to go to him now . 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 XXXXX her .
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