`` That first day I came I saw a young man sitting opposite me at the table , smiling at me as if he had known me from my cradle . I knew , for Uncle Mark had told me , that his name was Jonas Blake , that he was a Theological Student from St. Columbia , and that he had taken charge of the Point Prospect Mission Church for the summer . `` He is a very ugly young man -- really , the ugliest young man I 've ever seen . He has a big , loose-jointed figure with absurdly long legs . His hair is tow-color and lank , his eyes are green , and his mouth is big , and his ears -- but I never think about his ears if I can help it . `` He has a lovely voice -- if you shut your eyes he is adorable -- and he certainly has a beautiful soul and disposition . `` We were good chums right way . Of course he is a graduate of Redmond , and that is a link between us . We fished and boated together ; and we walked on the sands by moonlight . He did n't look so homely by moonlight and oh , he was nice . Niceness fairly exhaled from him . The old ladies -- except Mrs. Grant -- do n't approve of Jonas , because he laughs and jokes -- and because he evidently likes the society of frivolous me better than theirs . `` Somehow , Anne , I do n't want him to think me frivolous . This is ridiculous . Why should I care what a tow-haired person called Jonas , whom I never saw before thinks of me ? `` Last Sunday Jonas preached in the village church . I went , of course , but I could n't realize that Jonas was going to preach . The fact that he was a minister -- or going to be one -- persisted in seeming a huge joke to me . `` Well , Jonas preached . And , by the time he had preached ten minutes , I felt so small and insignificant that I thought I must be invisible to the naked eye .
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