It was the heart-break of the year . And the pale-purply mornings and the daffodil stars and the wind in the old pine were so many separate pangs of the heart-break . Would life ever be free from dread again ? `` It 's good to see P.E.I. twilight once more , '' said Walter , joining her . `` I did n't really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted . Yes , the fairies still abide here . I vow I could find scores of them under the violets in Rainbow Valley . '' Rilla was momentarily happy . This sounded like the Walter of yore . She hoped he was forgetting certain things that had troubled him . `` And is n't the sky blue over Rainbow Valley ? '' she said , responding to his mood . `` Blue -- blue -- you 'd have to say ` blue ' a hundred times before you could express how blue it is . '' Susan wandered by , her head tied up with a shawl , her hands full of garden implements . Doc , stealthy and wild-eyed , was shadowing her steps among the spirea bushes . `` The sky may be blue , '' said Susan , `` but that cat has been Hyde all day so we will likely have rain tonight and by the same token I have rheumatism in my shoulder . '' `` It may rain -- but do n't think rheumatism , Susan -- think violets , '' said Walter gaily -- rather too gaily , Rilla thought . Susan considered him unsympathetic . `` Indeed , Walter dear , I do not know what you mean by thinking violets , '' she responded stiffly , `` and rheumatism is not a thing to be joked about , as you may some day realize for yourself . I hope I am not of the kind that is always complaining of their aches and pains , especially now when the news is so terrible .
Rheumatism is bad enough but I realize , and none better , XXXXX it is not to be compared to being gassed by the Huns . ''
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