`` I am sure I could n't take my farewell look at the ` ould sod ' with Charlie standing there pretending to look sentimentally at it , too . '' `` Well , we 're off , '' remarked Gilbert unsentimentally . `` Yes , I feel like Byron 's ` Childe Harold ' -- only it is n't really my ` native shore ' that I 'm watching , '' said Anne , winking her gray eyes vigorously . `` Nova Scotia is that , I suppose . But one 's native shore is the land one loves the best , and that 's good old P.E.I. for me . I ca n't believe I did n't always live here . Those eleven years before I came seem like a bad dream . It 's seven years since I crossed on this boat -- the evening Mrs. Spencer brought me over from Hopetown . I can see myself , in that dreadful old wincey dress and faded sailor hat , exploring decks and cabins with enraptured curiosity . It was a fine evening ; and how those red Island shores did gleam in the sunshine . Now I 'm crossing the strait again . Oh , Gilbert , I do hope I 'll like Redmond and Kingsport , but I 'm sure I wo n't ! '' `` Where 's all your philosophy gone , Anne ? '' `` It 's all submerged under a great , swamping wave of loneliness and homesickness . I 've longed for three years to go to Redmond -- and now I 'm going -- and I wish I were n't ! Never mind ! I shall be cheerful and philosophical again after I have just one good cry . I MUST have that , ` as a went ' -- and I 'll have to wait until I get into my boardinghouse bed tonight , wherever it may be , before I can have it . Then Anne will be herself again . I wonder if Davy has come out of the closet yet . ''
It was nine that night when their train reached Kingsport , and they found themselves XXXXX the blue-white glare of the crowded station .
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